I was shopping
for greens yes-
terday and met
a guy who wore
a logotype, be-
tween shoulder
blades, I know.
And earth began to look
as you remembered her,
herons, like seagulls, flock-
ed to the salted furrow,
the bellowing, smoky bullock
churned its cane sea,
a world began to pass
through your pen's eye,
between bent grasses and one word
for the bent rice.
Collected Poems
1948-1984
The Gulf
and other Poems
Exile
1969
The Noonday Press
Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1986©
Eduardo Techado
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