Sierra
Ears of corn, with canary bird wings,
plucked from roof beams.
Guinea pigs
deceive the illiterate silence
with bird squeaks and a dove-like cooing.
There is a silent rustling in the hut
as wind pushes at the door.
The fierce mountain
has opened —with ribs of lightning—
its dark umbrellas of cloud.
Francisco, Martin, Juan:
working the mountain plantation
are surprised by a downpour.
A shower of birds
falls shrieking into the tilled fields.
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