Music for Buses - XI

The last bellow
of light-

The sky begins
To cry fireflies
With the fog-

What is the nature
Of those tears?

And what collapses
The strangeness
Of seeing?

Fallacy of windows
And neglected paper:

Evening gallops.

Two streams
Down the street
Lead to my revelation
Of you...

O cherubic kiss,
Tender and bright!

The lie and the song,
The footprint of night!



-Arturo Vasquez