KA Rees #35 - Nobody asleep

Nobody asleep

Lorca dreamed of the Grenadian sun

he walked shapes of afternoons

Under the cathedral wall

bells chimed out the length of day. 

 

Squares full with people

smoking and talking 
 

he saw desire stencilled

in trunks of cypress.

Down long alleys stretched

like arms he wove 
 

gypsy music round shoulders

and walked in small strides 
 

toward bars del barrios

as one with the air of the Sierra Nevada.

In the setting chill of evening

were nights of music and dancing

and waiting in corners curled with smoke.

Nobody is asleep on this earth.