Divining stick of a man,
Tight black pants,
Blinding white shirt,
Gitano incantado
Plays the Duende.

There is no need
For our eyes to meet,
With his guitar,
He finds the place
Where the stony riverbeds
Run together.
There is water there.
He relaeases a torrent.

Long, curiling black hair,
Stark, gray eyes,
Plays the fandango.
He sails upon the waters now
Revealing pattern
After complicated pattern.

Long fingers,
Taut strings,
Deeper still,
Below the waters
Swimming,
From time to time
I catch seductive sounds
As I come up for air.

I have a momentary vision,
A day will come ~
Lush green waters
Carry me along.

Restless no more.