|On the rooftop of the author’s home in Lima|
Thursday, July 16, 2015
Light in Lima
A chill slides down, layer over layer over the roof tops of the houses in Lima, from the Andes,
Over my patio rooftop, its umbrella, while pitiless wings of birds search for shelter…
Day after day in July the eyeless-sunless sky has dominion!
The stars in the night are no nearer—
The fog-mouth of the sea drinks all the sunlight in Lima, especially in Miraflores!
Makes everyone indolent.
Light in Lima in July is a fugitive with one eye.
And the police are like nymphs in sleep like statues.