Wednesday, February 6, 2013
San Juan Miraflores by Night
At that hour when all things seek repose and rest
When comes the winds of
Miraflores, San Juan
One hears the shifting restless invisible sounds
Coming and going, in the surrounding air…
Twilight turns from cherry, to cherry red
Then, to deeper and deeper crimson pink
The arc lights shine a dim golden glow
Along the streets and avenues…!
Across the street is the Church, and
An old woman paces, slow and sedate,
She bends looking towards the yellow moon
Her head inclines to stay that way.
Now twilight turns to a pale blue, a soft yellow
Shy thoughts pondering: the world is stone still…
Those wondering birds, now amid the drowsy
The dogs in the park, waiting the pale sunrise!
For the Mayor of
Miraflores San Juan