Thursday, May 14, 2009

The Prima Vera Trees are Blooming

In the center of our plaza's a Prima Vera tree, gnarled and tall. And it's in full bloom. Bright yellow. Like bits of flowering sun. And pigeons sit in it. In spaces between the yellow sprays. The sea goes on forever. Today it's a medium blue. And our church is beautiful. All the tourists gawk.

Today, also, there are four Federal Policeman (Policia Federal). Two have handguns and two have (what appears to me to be) AK-47s. They're all dressed in black. The two with handguns have collared shirts. The other two are wearing t-shirts. One's scratching his cheek. One smiles at an old lady.

It's going to be a hot day. And humid. And I'm going to sweat. A lot. But now it's cool. Pigeons are splashing in the fountains. And the poems of my "Holocaust" keep coming: bits of bone and blood-- and light.

Here's the cover of today's newspaper:


Molly Gaudry said...

That is a beautiful tree. I'd like to sit beneath it and look into the sky. I bet that yellow's great against the blue.

Rauan Klassnik said...

yeah, Molly, it's really beautiful... but it's only in full bloom for a few weeks... the rest of the year it's an ordinary and gnarled tree.....