SIERRA

Corn hangs from the rafters
by its canary wings.
Little guinea-pigs
bewilder the illiterate silence
with sparrow twitter and dove coo.

There is a mute race through the hut
when the wind pushes against the door.

The angry mountain
raises its dark umbrella of cloud
lightning-ribbed.

Francisco, Martin, Juan
working in the farm on the hill
must have been caught by the storm,

A downpour of birds
falls chirping on the sown fields.