Venezuela

The Return

(Allen Curnow)

Old poet, old
salty Master-acrossthe-
street, last night

here in Caracas
while another downpour
made asphalt shine

and the sounds of
traffic glisten, I
dreamed you had returned

from 'Somewhere
Overseas', and seeing
you at your gate

crossed to greet you with
a welcoming hug.
Waking, I heard

the big rain smacking
...