The sun laughed over the arena,
The matador perspired sequins,
The bull wept blood upon the sand.
The moon turned; So did fate, NOW;
The sun perspired sequins behind the cloud,
The matador wept tears of blood upon the sand,
The bull laughed over the arena.
The bull thanked the moon.
The moon smiled.
© Sue Lobo
Excerpt from the book “Wild Whisperings”
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