A woman of the stars
I gave a lift to an ancient woman
Who was hitching on the road
From Santiago del Teide
To Tamaimo in Tenerife.
Hard to put an age
On the bluest eyes I’ve ever seen
With darkened skin
Under sunny skies.
She must have lived
In the caves I guessed
Like the Guanches
Many years ago.
Her leather skin
Ravaged by years exposed
To the unrelenting sun
Above a barren land.
Hard to place her really
A German maybe
Who had arrived
Fifty years ago or so.
She eked a living
On the edges
Under the stars
Outside the village.
A journey of only
Twenty minutes or so
But those blue eyes
Burnt in my memory
Twenty years ago.
What has become
I often wonder
Of the lady of the stars
Who declined our offers and
So remain independent and alone
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