Orange Tanager

Orange tanager

The sky's most colorful arc dyes a spell
into which you plunge wide open.
—Orange tanager of seven colors.
The sun curves among the ceibo groves,
bidding farewell to your greenish-brown plumage,
dark back and breast of fire.
The sky-blue of your wings fades away,
but the black chin keeps its mystery.
Enchanting, your flight, the one that filled
the pampa with the hope of magic.
Down falls
the nectar that the earth drinks
as an offering to the world.
It wakes in calm.
It sings.