09.01.2022
The Ears Tune
Ears in the fieldForm a single dawn
And when winter comes
They bloom again
Corncobs write a postcard
Of bird trills (1)
When the troupial's parcel of land (2)
Is ready for harvesting (3)
A Palma guitar
Sings out its long song
Whenever Cimarron wind
Blows across every string
A Savannah lily
Told a güirirí (4)
That every single morning
A hummingbird pays her a visit