My life is filled with the din of w...

My life is filled with the din of whistling leaves
The tiny flowers in the garden of my local Committee of Defense
burst into color

High onward iodine and voluptuousness
a black man with a gold tooth fans himself
as they did in the 50
showing distant from his bright white undershirt
My neighbor Flor
weeps athwart Argentine films
and prototypes crazy poems
In a conspiracy of shrill notes
two newlyweds sing a bolero according to Orlando de la Rosa
Big city women brace down the Malecon
their faces