JORGE ANDRADE' S DREAM
      1902-1978

Cigarette butts
on QUITO
street cleaners brooms
a Tuesday hangover
from your complex diary
a run on of news
in an aristocratic soul
dissects his fiesta notes
on a hammock's grassland
opening impatient language
without any past guilt
   \of noonday leaves
  from soldiers
 on the march
  and a poet lighting up
  a nexus of soothed lovers
 you translated with them
  across a fence and globe
reaching realms higher
than the fingerprint
 of an original WITH FAINT
   DREAM VISIONS IN THE CITY
 overcast by trolley bells
of a funeral cortege goes by
you pour on your writing desk
red ink in a slanting glass bowl
a man with a beard knocks
on your door for food
 handing him a plate
he is tropical fruit punch drunk
but a poet offers what he has.