Fate and Sun
Fate carves the skin
The old muscle - bruised, broken
Midday sun burns the bones
Of those who dreamOf 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 bougainvilleaPiercing 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