Viva el Coquí
By Anna Levi
For many a year ago,
Hot water and salt
tampered with your pride.
Coquí tribes reigned
human consciousness;
an everlasting
language for brethren to remember.
In Trinidad, where
weary frogs knock on slippery front steps,
We offer salt and hot
water to say thanks for the luck.
In Cupey,
We rear the Coquí
like pampered echoed babies; at least not to forget.
I’ll beg of you one
favour;
Burn white candles
and don’t bother yourself,
Coquí comes only at
night in Cupey but,
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