In Los Angeles I grew up watching The Three Stooges,
The Little Rascals, Speed Racer, and the Godzilla movies,
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grew larger next to the brick wall
by our house in Havana,
this loose-leafed tree
that gave neither shade
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What is found in mote of dust a float in shaft
of light coming through an abandoned house's
window? A cracked dirty floor, a woman
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I am dreaming again
of breasts. Mountainous,
slick with morning dew breasts.
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owner of the kiosk in Arroyo Naranjo.
She tended her shop & made her living
& introduced me to sweets: mercocha,
boniatillo, dulce de coco, guarapo.
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Here where the snake coils itself
into the ground by the warm water
of the Rio Grande, the earth splits
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When my grandmother left the house
to live with my aunts, my grandfather,
who spent so much time in the sugar
cane fields, returned daily to the emptiness
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The empty mocking bird nests
built into the Y crooks of branches
is enough circumstantial evidence.
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Makeshift
is a word
the sea loves
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The oxen cart driven to the sugar cane fields,
the look on the driver's faces, years of hard
work had hardened their skin, their hands,
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