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Las Luminarias, the annual ceremony of the purification
of the animals, Avila, Spain. Antonio Zamora photo.
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I've seen it again
Just before I awoke,
Horses, fire, and night riders,
A vision that has come to represent
The end of our union,
Muscle, hooves, escape
Through the flames and the smoke.
We should have practiced old ways,
Reviving our ritual from the provinces,
Las Luminarias, a celebration of the physical,
A leap over bonfires,
Purification of the animals
On the Feast of Saint Anthony,
Singed, even scarred, but not felled,
As the night I worked late,
And you came home later,
Smelling of horses and wood smoke and distance.
Just before I awoke,
Horses, fire, and night riders,
A vision that has come to represent
The end of our union,
Muscle, hooves, escape
Through the flames and the smoke.
We should have practiced old ways,
Reviving our ritual from the provinces,
Las Luminarias, a celebration of the physical,
A leap over bonfires,
Purification of the animals
On the Feast of Saint Anthony,
Singed, even scarred, but not felled,
As the night I worked late,
And you came home later,
Smelling of horses and wood smoke and distance.
