Wind Rising in the Alleys by Lola Ridge 

Wind rising in the alleys 
My spirit lifts in you like a banner 
  Streaming free of hot walls.
You are full of unspent dreams . . .
You are laden with beginnings . . . 
There is hope in you . . . not sweet . . . 
    acrid as blood in the mouth.
Come into my tossing dust 
Scattering the peace of old deaths, 
Wind rising in the alleys 
Carrying stuff of flame.

Iliana Matos – Angels in the Street (Cuban Guitar Full Album)