In the meantime.

Now, in all seriousness, I train,

in a school of advanced horsemanship,

my love and my dreams

(little eyeless horses).

Lorca

*

I found peace exposed
pressed up against
an orthodox church

on a cliff
on the island,
at dawn;

An ex-boxer who
dreamed of

Cuba,
with worried eyes,
an extra pack
of cigarettes

and his heart (in a
lock-box, buried somewhere
in the black
sand)
that he let out
for one, two
nights

of tequila and
tenderness