Spain Poem by Leslie Philibert

A burnt land; dark suited,
black with gravel,
frames deep in a white sky

all green stolen
or schooled; the fat glove of heat,
heart`s oven; sea-foam as steel

all bowed and tired and full of
wet salt; under the waves
a requiem of sand, the

ancient sinking of dunes,
old twins of blossom and sword,
salt palms as dry signs

around the angular blocks: silencio:
leaving is a small death, the rub,
traces of sealight

a wash of water and sticks,
a requested place,
a bodyguard of chained smiles.