Free that black ribbon highway
Rolling away from me
Beyond the Spanish mission
That the sun has bleached to bone
The sky is white was marble
On the beach at El Malecon
El Malecon where all the big
Boats used to come
I called myself their captain and
Dreamed of the day that I'd be gone
My father Gumersindo
In the fields cutting cane
The cane rows like the ocean
And the ocean smelled of rain
El Malecon I guide my sister's hand
My mother standing over us
As we traced her shadow on the sand
Her hair was dark as the sea at night
Her face quiet as the moon
And we filled her skirt with shells
We like from the beach at El Malecon
Sea
The sea
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