From Cuba, With Love Poem by Liilia Talts Morrison

The mangos are perfection,
the sugar cane is high.
a dark hand with direction
wipes the tear from your eye.

Your poem is already written
your people breathe it now
the love that took your freedom
that love has saved you now.

The gulls of Vardadero
are white in dress
the air is ruc with rhythms
the cry - togetherness!

Your calloused hands
are soft now
no want or need today
love has returned to Cuba
to stay, to stay.