Show me a hotel on the west coast
of Puerto Rico, near Tamarindo,
overlooking the Bahia. Compared
to little things – the Coqui frog
and the hummingbird –
the sky is huge. The sky
is in glassy pieces in the windows
of the hotel that rises in three blocks.
Ask me, what's the story?
Light catching in the curve
of someone's naked back.
A shock, I could say, but
you know I've turned up here
to hang around waiting for something,
knowing there would be corners
and walls to block my view of something.
Curious how you add up.
Bigshots who use hotels here
to wash their money clean
receive a lighter sentence
and you know what they have seen.
Against animals, and birds and flowers,