Ecopoesia

At the Pousada of Flamingos

Astrid Cabral

The ararajuba

dressed in sun and jungle green

hops from a branch and settles

to the shock of all the tourists

on the table where their sumptuous

breakfast still remains.

 

Utterly at ease

he picks and pecks slices

of mango and papaya

intended only for the hotel guests.

 

Even among saucers plates teapots

cups utensils napkins

the ararajuba is no intruder.

He is the royal host himself

in the gold of a Marajó morning

 

 

 

Cabral, Astrid. “At the Pousada of Flamingos.” Trans. Alexis Levitin. Cage. Austin: Host Publications, 2008. p. 27.

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