I dream myself in the sun
on Italian shoes, eyes
follow and admire me
That is what's missing, naturally
should have been there after years of toil:
being in my place, tired but satisfied
waking up in an easy life
(fish jump into my pan
...the cotton is flowering
...high in the summer)
I dream myself in America
Spotlights are waiting for me
They follow and admire me
where I go, in bright halls
and clean streets smelling of
jasmine clouds and sweet men
who bow to my analysis
(I speak, light on my feet
...with big, wise cat eyes
...Thank you. I have made my mark.)