Tiburón

Martín Espada
Poet, Essayist, Editor & Translator

 

Tiburón

East 116th

and a long red car

stalled with the hood up

roaring salsa

like a prize shark

mouth yanked open

and down in the stomach

the radio

of the last fisherman

still tuned

to his lucky station

from Trumpets from the Islands of Their Eviction

 

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