He wears in his heart
A fish from the China Sea
At times one sees it crossing
Diminished in his eyes
Being sea man he forgets
Bars and oranges
He looks at the water
He had a soapy tongue
He washed his hands and was still
Level world hilly sea
A hundred stars and his ship
He saw the balconies of the pope
And the golden breasts of the Cuban girls
He looks at the water