Ballad of the Moon, Moon El aire la vela, vela. El aire la está velando. after Lorca   A pettelengra boy whacks petalos on his anvil.      The moon slides into his smithy, bright as a borì. The boy can not stop himself staring. The moon      releases her arms in flames of flamenco, … Continue reading ‘Ballad of the Moon, Moon’ by David Morley