Ahh... How Cuba calls
All fuzzy and retro
There you were
With your fat cigar
And me with only
Gulermo Portabeles tunes
On my lips
Then sadly you chose
not to be in Havana
Despite the lure
Of Fidel's promise
And the doves
And singing nightbirds
Of the Plaza De La Revolucion
Sang out a gentle sad song
To Maria Elena Matos Fernandez
How will she be told
That her Casa will be
Not needed.
nice, absurd, under-the surface, more or less historically correct, colorful aggression. Memorable read.Love the terminal question.
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I think that you evoke the sights and sounds of Cuba very truly. 'Fuzzy and retro' and now Fidel is gone too. He will be missed.
Some day I would like to go to Cuba myself. I think that Raoul Castro is just the man Cuba needs right now. A first-rate exotic-style poem.
Thank you Michael. Yes Cuba is indeed an amazing place...Geoffrey.