PATAGONIA LOST
In many ways I’ve left behind the dreams and loves
I cherished most, and yet as years go by the word
adios still binds me to the coos of turtledoves;
the glare of Austral skies, where a circling bird
swoops to snatch a creature fleeing in the brush.
Of trails Tehuelches stalked in bygone days,
nomad’s camps safe from modern rush;
before winka sliced the steppes with railways