Listening to Bulerias de la Nina Mora The most important thing in flamenco is passion. —Sara Baras You could swear The guitarist has birds for hands: The flashing fingers take flight Across the fretboard Before her warbling wail Breaks in— A lamentation of need As urgent as any animal. The guttural cry Is spectacular And then the rhythmic claps As Rodrigo slaps the strings. You are no gypsy, You thought yourself inflammable. But now your blood begins to sing Stronger than caffeine in coffee As you stifle a strangled shout— Suddenly remembering That the soul is a burning coal No amount of heel stomps Can stamp out.