How beautiful, the stars
above the empty coast
shining in his mother's hair.
Red poppies stain
night’s empty coast
beside the dirt road.
Red poppies brush
a white shawl fluttering
in a dirt road
in slow chilly air.
Her white shawl flutters,
her eyes cloud over.
Slow chilly air
stirs the madroñas.
Her eyes cloud over
under Scorpio’s moon.
Nothing stirs but madroñas,
poppies, and stars.
Scorpio’s moon wanders
the scaffolded sky
between poppies and stars,
shining in his mother’s hair.
Scaffolding the sky,
how beautiful, the stars.
above the empty coast
shining in his mother's hair.
Red poppies stain
night’s empty coast
beside the dirt road.
Red poppies brush
a white shawl fluttering
in a dirt road
in slow chilly air.
Her white shawl flutters,
her eyes cloud over.
Slow chilly air
stirs the madroñas.
Her eyes cloud over
under Scorpio’s moon.
Nothing stirs but madroñas,
poppies, and stars.
Scorpio’s moon wanders
the scaffolded sky
between poppies and stars,
shining in his mother’s hair.
Scaffolding the sky,
how beautiful, the stars.