Fate and Sun

Fate carves the skin

Until it reaches in
The old muscle - bruised, broken

Midday sun burns the bones

Of those who dream
Of dirt, rain and wind

Fate, love and sun
On backseats, in taxis
On benches of a plaza

On sidewalks, in churches

In bars with red lights

Under tents of bougainvillea

Piercing stares, stolen glances
Each one craves
For something worth the ache

Sit and wait
Under the shade of the heavy weight
Of a giant star - endless, burning
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