Torremolinos
Parade
Young
men on horses
shuffle
into line behind
carts
shackled to oxen
whose
tails chasing heat-flies sway
like
the aunts and girl-cousins
who
dab their lacquered hair
and
their glacé faces
move
as if to dance
dismissing
with their fans townsmen
who
whistle and leer
while
the pounding parade begins
on
a year's worth of dust
drums
on each moaning cart-bed
played
by wild boys who
suckle
flagons of wine
tango with their abuelas
kitchen
slaves and fishwives
riding
the tide up the callalateral
behind
the wooden Mary
tottering on her cart
diamonds
in her tiara
sapphires
on her brown pocked brow
while
a blue-gowned crinolined angel
waits
her turn swirls her black fan
pouting
at dark mustachioed uncles
whose
white-brimmed hats shine up
off
her new patent leather shoes
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