Walk. Stop. Eat an orange

with superb efficiency.

Listen to the wind move.


Compulsion to feed the birds

who walk unevenly, in clusters,

like children eating hot dogs in America.


Stain the sand here

with outrageous peel

and spit-out brilliant pulp.


Taste of metal in mouth.

Should you say "I hate this place"

or that you love some other place?


The little birds you so admire

must eat seven times their own

body weight, daily, to survive.


The ocean moves like a hand.


Against your body,

feel the wind push

with superb efficiency.






1977  Barra de Navidad