Veracruz
by George Stanley
In Veracruz, city of breezes & sailors & loud birds,
an old man, I walked the Malecón by the sea,
and I thought of my father, who when a young man
had walked the Malecón in Havana, dreaming of Brazil,
and I wished he had gone to Brazil
& learned magic,
and I wished my father had come back to San Francisco
armed with
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