Two boys pull green oranges from the tree
that hangs over the churchyard fence. They
throw them into the street with such auto-
matic skill that they may be the same boys
sent to kill in any war that will never be theirs […]
Havana reverberates, resists,
bursting through the cobblestones.
I sense a galaxy of infant stars.
I don’t use its name and it doesn’t use mine […]
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