LA HABANA SUITES V
Happy, from wherever you are
The magisterial sea, North, South
East or West, an island yet no Pueblo
Is an island standing alone
Without itís People, indomitable,
The Imperials of Spain and Washington
Have fled leaving their refuge
Of opulence and greed behind
The refining crucible of a Nation
The hammering out of new steel.
While a relentless steady surging
White foam cuts rocks imperceptively
Farther out darker blue waters hide
Fathomless secrets, sunken empires.
The eye following the margin defending
The freedom of spirit. A 1959 blood
Red white virtue Mercury convertible
Just passed by, tourist filming a video.
c) Jan G. Otterstrom F. October 9, 2004
La Havana, Cuba