I was sent to my room to think things over
So I sat with white dog
On a ledge

Come, be my camera.
Let’s photograph the ant heap
the queen ant

Two pounds of mestizo cornmeal
half a pound of loin of gachupin
cooked and finely chopped

In the sixty-three years
I have lived
some instants are electric:

The earth locks up the truth about life
even though the blood tells moody lies
when, like the smooth afternoon sea,

Birds of Riverside Park

As thrushes start together all at once.
Abrupt and charming when they sense the dusk
That was long coming now has come, we lie

It wasn’t as deep as I expected,
your grave, next to the grandmother who died

Did we run out of things or just a name for you?
Above us the sun doubles its acclaim for you.

Negative sun or negative shade pulled from the ground …

        Their footsteps formed the paisley when Parvati, angry 
        after a quarrel, ran away from Shiva. He eventually 
        caught up with her. To commemorate their reunion, he 

The trees were soon hushed in the resonance
of darkest emerald as we rushed by
on 322, that route which took us from