ALTOS de CHAVON
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Light crested as the leaves moved from
green to green, like breathing.
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From the roof:jungle, cane and sea
moved from the rhythms of wind sickle
and tide--various bodies.
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None more naked than the pink,
transparent lizards whose entire workings-
gut, muscle and vein- were visible to
the naked eye as they climbed the walls
visible through them.
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Evenings, music and the hard-
working moon-so many chinks and spaces
through which to make patterns.
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Bodies moved together in patterns
toward nakedness.
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Beneath us the cats brawled, fucked,
and cried like babies, cried so high and deep
the music couldn't drown them out.
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Now and then, a mango fell with a thud
or a giant moth made shapes against the flames.
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The elements were welcome. Not one
thing did not hunger to be changed.
the heat ran like a river between us all.
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