Mexican Fruit Stand — Image by kenne
No one eats oranges
in the full moon’s light.
Fruit must be eaten
green and ice-cold.
At the rise of the moon
with its hundred faces alike,
silver coins
sob away in pockets.
— from The Moon Appears by Federico García Lorca
Note to self: I’ve gotta read more Lorca….
His collected poems, bilingual edition rests nearby.