Havana Harbor
Masons, cart drivers and occasional fisherman
are walking in the sunlight
along Havana’s shore
the blue and unaccustomed sea already covers the bare wall
little Gabriel squeezes a mango
far away
a rum drinker kills himself
with a poised knife
far away
a boat sets out to pierce
the center of the sky
there ruddy-faced men keep walking,
carrying black asphalt
on their backs
while the sea remains unaccustomed and blue