The Old Pontiac

                       
            To Diana and Leonor

In the fullness of its days the old Pontiac is a garden in bloom.

Once,
a long time ago,
it pretended to be a tiger gliding white
     among lovely women.

Today
the noble brute is aging gracefully and without haste
toward the consummation of the centuries... and growing out
of its doors and windows
are sprays of small white flowers.


--Roberto Sosa
translated by Jo Anne Engelbert