After Asturiana

On the road to a door
On the way to a window

I saw nothing like a soul
Only the dust in competition

Lifted by the air
That was like a sailor joking

Nothing carried to nothing
A sailor was bouncing

In the world's salt: Now dance!
Now you are dancing like the world

Nothing equals nothing like a word
I get lost and make mistakes in your grace.

Copyright ©: David Shapiro

The title may refer to a song by Manuel de Falla