She could have been Fellina
Or a song in a long red dress
With a six-gun and a horse
I'd rob a bank
And take her to my hideout
Hold up in Old Mexico
We'd dance to a Mariachi band
Spin circles across
                the falling stars

I think she winked or smiled or both
I held my seat on the sidewalk
Pulled a cigarette to my rescue
I offered her one in Spanish
She said no in English
Her red dress caught the sun
Wind dragged it across the knee of my jeans

She walked away
                through Terralinqua
Trailing scented dust
That blew away

r berk
Terralinqua 1992