A path through saw-grass
scrub to quarry where they cull survivalists,
anti-Castro guerillas, Dade gator-wranglers.
Past the confederation of Big Gulps
blanched by the stroke-heat.
Past two gajillion hidden lakes
founded by heathens of speed-metal,
the Fraternal Order of the Black Shirts.
Over the brigadoons of ducks and egrets
tip-toeing through continents of flood water,
the rain depressions.
Past the colossal vectors of concrete
that bulwark turnpikes, expressways—
Oops, on-ramps—drainage ditches
pulverized by skateboarders and dis-
Past limestone moguls pouring loot into a spore
for corral foyers and pampas of parking lots—rotundas.
Past the medians, pedestrian atolls and embankments.
Past the wallop of manure
in the loam of the fog.
A Spanglish blog dedicated to the works, ruminations, and mongrel pyrotechnics of Yago S. Cura, an Argentine-American poet, translator, publisher & futbol cretin. Yago publishes Hinchas de Poesia, an online literary journal, & is the sole proprietor of Hinchas Press.