When The Hurricanes Return
by , 05-01-2009 at 01:23 AM (2647 Views)
When The Hurricanes Return
it must have been because
(not when)
the birds and my eyes fell from the sky
that I needed something to hold and
rode at dusk on Encuentro beach
sorrel tarantula running down
the cricket’s evensong
past girls with legs like herons basking
past boys with plantains in their hands
the downbeat of hooves in the wash
raising the hackles of a resting wind
they call him Tinto - I call him Tronar
Spanish patois, mustang surge
face in his mane, remembering
I used to bareback. Maybe in June
when the hurricanes return.
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(that's one of my paintings)




