just a wide-eyed boy
I lived for years
out in colón
in little more than
a corrugated
shack
those days
were on
the grim side
but never again
did I feel as sheltered
as safe from harm
as when I'd drift off
to sleep
under my rag blanket
to the song of
the mighty rain
on the tin
roof
-- translated by Louise B. Popkin
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