Madrid
“Crótalo
Crótalo
Crótalo”
– Federico Garcia Lorca
And step
one
pivot on the toe pause
red lips
wave of
the skirt and
then the eyes
lock
rose in fist
step right
circling the enemy,
the display
eyes full
of life and
the castanet
castanet
castanet:
oyster in the palm,
its applause
for the
dance.
And the guitar now
weeping for
La Mancha
and
step
two
three
four
and
one.
fingers twist smoke
into the air
but the castanet
castanet
castanet,
the pearl
– Francesca Bianco