Sierra Nevada

[smokingboot]

I want to read about wolves in Spain
I want to go to the high sierra
Where they let us be and I am wandering
Among the peaks like dragon bones
Where the olive trees gave way
And the pawpaws grow up to the clouds.
Water sings in the aqueducts of moors
And I put away my dust, my skin
Folded under a rock while I
Enter the light stripped raw
In an arid place that asks for nothing
And lets me close my eyes, open my lips
While the orchards below are blooming
Pomegranate woods and lemon flowers
All the lushness waits
For me to put my parchment on again,
Walk down with a smile;
Pretend I lost my shoes.
Only the lemon eyed daymoon will
Purse her mouth unconvinced.
For, of course, she has heard me lie before.