Plane Poem

I am the emergency exit man

wet rectangles ripple, irrigated plots

turn molten & luminous mercury with

the breaking sun

premature claps, silenced by the roar of brakes

“One must be receptive, receptive to the image at the moment it appears”

“The poetic image is a sudden salience on the surface of the psyche”- Gaston Bachelard, xi

Over Heated eyes and thick air. Guayaquil mall / bus station.

busy bustle bewildered activity. flies buzz around me. cauldo

de pollo. One pink rose petal, trampled under foot.

“Sound of Silence” Andean style

One look, “Vas a Vilcabamba?”

“Como sabes?”

“Todas las personas de Estados Unidos va a Vilcabamba.”

-Pablo Penaherrera. civil engineer. Recommended I stay at the hosteria ‘las lagunas’ and eat tilapia.

Turn off that valve at once and open the spiritual-heroic refrigerating apparatus.