First light on the horizon
Then a flash of iron and flamingo,
sprawling colors along the mountain range of Southern Oregon.
Bare branches
Against morning's sky.
A jet trail frames the golden threads...
And I dream of Cuba -
Cuba of my dreams, with diamond-dust beaches, lush valleys, colonial towns...
And the Malecon, framing Havana's old town against the northern tides of hate.
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