Catherine Wheel

Doña Catalina
had a single gold hair
among her shadowy
tresses.

(For whom am I waiting,
dear God,
for whom am I waiting?)

Doña Catalina
walks slowly
scattering little green stars
in the night.

(Not here
& not there
but here.)

Doña Catalina:
a grenade of light
dies & is born
on her forehead.

Chsssssssssssss!

Federico García Lorca

Vase on Window Ledge, n.d.
Anton Bruehl

Vegetable Dinner, 1927
Peter Blume

Le Malcontent, 1930
François Barraud

Pub in Soho, London, 1955
Willy Ronis