Thursday, March 29, 2007

“CUBAN VESTIGES”

The sounds of tropical woodwinds,
Strings,
Beads strung together
And lamentations
Pulls my soul to the dreaminess of
Red hibiscus
Pointing far away…

Words I’ve heard before,
Sentiments vivified through the older generation,
Tobacco,
Roasted pig,
And lustrous laughter…

Was I borne into these?

Or was it effigies around my young neck that
Lured me,
Bred me
To sugar cane’s blood?
Or was it destiny?

The Caribbean rums my eccentricities
and the Island is as familiar as Abuela and Abuelo.

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