I had to study some different forms of poetry at the convention.  One was called a Pantoum and you can just go and look it up.  You will see that involves repeating lines in a particular order as you proceed down the poem..  Tonight just at sunset the moon and the evening star were breathtaking.  This picture does not do justice to the moon as thin a sliver as you could ever see turned up like a perfect bowl and the lustrous star beside her.  How lovely!  So, I thought I would try a Pantoum!

San Miguel Pantoum

San Miguel evening, sunset and a star.

Small pomegranite flowers, lipstick red

Round jewels, a bell rings from afar

A chance, a whim.  I am led.

Small pomegranite flowers, lipstick red

Glimpsed above a blue wall.

A chance, a whim, I am led.

A woman sits at the street corner.

Glimpsed above a blue wall.

Small jewels shining in green leaves.

A woman sits at the street corner

Among rough cobble-stones.

Small jewels shining in green leaves

I wander lost in narrow streets

Among rough cobble stones

After the heat of a winter day.

I wander lost in narrow streets

Round jewels, a bell rings from afar

After the heat of a winter day

San Miguel evening, sunset and a star.