On Prainha Beach, in Rio
Years ago, among sand people
And sun gods,
Papa flings me with mighty arms
Into sky.
A new vista of him, of world:
Open arms, nearly nude, he waits
Underneath my flapping outstretched
Wings,
Sings “smile son or you’ll bite
Your tongue.”
I feel all wind, and all of him
Will my body to suspend.
1993
Monday, October 18, 2010
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