Plantain - by
Plantain suckers dib the dirt
/ and tip the crumbled sod.
/ Their questing noses, moistly new,
/ run at independence
/ with pushy pokes.
/
/ Each last, older inch
/ runs…
Plantain suckers dib the dirt
/ and tip the crumbled sod.
/ Their questing noses, moistly new,
/ run at independence
/ with pushy pokes.
/
/ Each last, older inch
/ runs…
A thoroughbred cyclone,
/ recently arrived in Cuba from the Bahama Islands.
/ It was raised in Bermuda,
/ but has relatives in Barbados.
/ It has been…
for Erin
/
/ To understand everything about the swell—
/ how on a given day the seventh in the cycle
/ provides he greatest chance to…
Dusk, and the mangroves
/ of clouds, which sit low
/ into reverie; Chinese dragons
/ mating or big woman riding
/
/ chariot, clouds thicker than…
They want me to write a poem
/ a poem like the natives write
/ about sand and sea and sunshine
/ and exotica like that.
/
/ They…
Me wake up in the middle of the night
/ and me foot bottom wet. Mommy come in
/ with shower curtain to put…
Like the sun rising and setting
/ Like the thunderous roar of a bull rhino
/ Like the sleek, quick grace of a gazelle,
/ The…
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