Once upon a time, he began to say
A giant hairy man was in our tree
Concealed in the branches, quite shadowy
Only the light of his cigar you’d see
He spoke of orbs that danced beyond the hill
A fiery dot flickering in the mist
Glowed in incandescent hues, a spectacle
Only fleetingly before it vanished
He told of chairs that rocked with no one near
A ghostly rhythm swaying through the air
Moved back and forth, surely sent a shiver
Only stopped when he whispered a prayer
Now I retell, and laughter fills the room
I know his myths and memory live on
Photograph: Writer (Outside La Bodeguita del Medio), Calle Empedrado, Havana, Cuba
© Alex Baranda
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