In the marina an allegro creaking
boats on the tide
each with its own sway
rise and fall
acceptance and refusal
La Barqueta, My Pelican

barometer in the body
rising and falling

…

A small wound, swallow-shaped, on my wrist
ripped by a thorn
exacerbated by ash and salt

And this is how I came to be
protector of the private
and enemy of the personal

…

Then I slept, and had a dream
No more
No más
From now on, only
reason’s drugged and dreamless sleep

…

Creeps down the rockface shadow cast
from an opposite crag exactly at that moment
you needed light on the trail These are the shortening days
you forgot about bent on your own design

…

Cut me a skeleton key
to that other time, that city
talk starting up, deals and poetry

Tense with elation, exiles
walking old neighborhoods
calm journeys of streetcars

revived boldness of cats
locked eyes of couples
music playing full blast again

Exhuming the dead Their questions