My Balcony

I lean to watch    
the ponies being lead    
around the patio below,    
   
Each pony follows    
a young girl in her frock    
with dark hair flowing,    
   
I feel alive    
while eating a green apple    
from my open balcony,    
   
Amazed each time    
a leaf floats into view    
and then another,    
   
Till I toss the core    
high in the air    
and follow!
 
 


My love of Lorca.