Routa Ecuadoriana

Crossed Casas

The sunny shores

beckon my brain

though I am at the beach

the waving winds

awake the aussie gums in me

though gums grow great & grey

the skies are a window

to those perfect painted afternoons

but here the sun sets over the ocean

and the dogs who roam fleabitten

are a totem to a curly haired beast

who here the canines need more love

And my Argentine family

how they swell up memories of home

beer in hand.

Hitchin’

Yellow feet left a mark in the middle

A history re-written mechanically

& us with heavy plumage

are fat in the back

the oxygen overwhelmes

and we are painted crazies by the wind

An outstretched thumb

brings our backsides to the seat

The seat - he changes skins

& tongues.

A cobbled plastic plate

at times a feather futon

or the jumpin’ metal of a beaten brown box

And here inside the film we flash
present in the pictures.