This is an ancient city
On an old stretch of land by the sea
Whatever I can say about
It, this country,
No matter how I flatter its flora
Serenade its birds
Praise, pay due homage to its elegance
Its ladies who handle their woven fans
Genuflect to its porous Taíno gods
Made red from baked earth
Though they all listen to my exhortation,
They know better.
This is an ancient city I walk in.