Quinta

When she dismisses us, calls us jokers and thieves, we believe in you sister, for following a star, by leaving us the sea, caring who we are, teaching us our limits, what resides out of reach, when lovers try to pivot, she cares a lot, arms swinging free, even if we dance on cars, from the telegraph bush, or a sky that weeps, to look upon our fullness, she’ll tell the bar, as sunlight leaps, across bottles and no marks, what’s necessary to be.