Are the Americas,
Sitting on the eastern edge
Of the warm Pacific,
Modeled blue
At La Mansion Gelindo
By the pool.
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We wives
Are the Americas,
Brought together by slow rockcurrents
To make a fleeting continent.
We have high, aloof plateaus
And lush young tropics.
We have sophisticated cities
And earthy village wisdom.
We have a crustal unity
In the splashing sun,
We have the awareness, though,
That we were formed
In the crashing of tectonic plates.
The image
Wells up hot and live
Through thin fissures
When we talk of countries,
Of children, of past wars.
July 21, 1979
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