Lamps

Tonight, the lamps are

breathing a lukewarm red glow

through Spanish lampshades

into white rooms furnished with

mahogany bookshelves and globes,

and into black after-midnights...

 

bleeding sharply into morning

with the purity of the Sangria

swallowed in the nightclubs by

the locals - olive grove workers,

thin and confused by smoky air,

 

while their lovers stay home and

do the same, but with flowers.