Santa Lucia Square

every Sunday even though I am not there, couples, mostly old ones, dance on a rasied platform, under the arched bark of ancient trees and concrete ceilings. Little musicians all in white stay shaded and play until I don't know when. I always became tired, and overheated just watching, while they made eternity keeping time. They are the backdrop of the gods. Antique sellers selling crosses and lanterns in the sidewalk footlights, families pedaling fringed orange cycles, marquesita venders, old men pushing ice cream carts. A half moon rises over all the Meridanos. God bless equator dwellers; they bring glory to the sun and all His animal humanity.