Walk. Stop. Eat an orange
with superb efficiency.
Listen to the wind move.
Compulsion to feed the birds
who walk unevenly, in clusters,
like children eating hot dogs in America.
Stain the sand here
with outrageous peel
and spit-out brilliant pulp.
Taste of metal in mouth.
Should you say "I hate this place"
or that you love some other place?
The little birds you so admire
must eat seven times their own
body weight, daily, to survive.
The ocean moves like a hand.
Against your body,
feel the wind push
with superb efficiency.
1977 Barra de Navidad