In Ciudad Colon

The symphony of insects explodes at night.

The cocinera chops the papaya she’s gathered.

The writer ghost hovers with sad memories.

The jardinero picks green and yellow limones by the bridge.

Red breasted birds sing throated concerts. By day,

perfumed flores camouflage mariposa.

–from my upcoming book Banshees

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