I Speak of the City: Nancy Morejón

Havana Harbor

Masons, cart drivers and occasional fisherman
               are walking in the sunlight
along Havana’s shore
the blue and unaccustomed sea already covers the bare wall
little Gabriel squeezes a mango

               far away
a rum drinker kills himself
with a poised knife

               far away
a boat sets out to pierce
the center of the sky

there ruddy-faced men keep walking,
carrying black asphalt
               on their backs
while the sea remains unaccustomed and blue

© Nancy Morejón

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