To Elizabeth Bishop

Here is a coast.  Here is a harbour. 
Here is beach sand.  Here is owned land. 
Here is an economist.  Here is a fine mist. 
Here is a dock.  Here is a flock of birds. 
Here is a trade.  Here is a woman in labour. 
Here is trade.  Here is a woman’s labour.
Here is a border zone.  Here is a pay phone.
Here is free trade.  Here is a man getting paid.
Here is a market place.  Here is its church. 
Here is its steeple.  Here is nada para amor. 
Here is a calle.  Here is a detalle. 
Here is a mercado.  Here is a SuperMercado.
Here is a Zapatista.  Here is a Pípila. 
Here is a revolucionista.  Here is a federalista. 
Here is a trabajador.  Here is your zapato. 
Here is 200 murdered women. 
Here is a fábriqua.  Here is some maquillaje. 
Here is a turista.  Here is an assembly line. 
Here is an assembled line.  Here is the blazing divine.
Here is a smokestack.  Here is a wire rack. 
Here is product X purchased at £100. 
Here is a statue to commemorate.  Here is a statute to commiserate.
Here is the policía.  Here is the beautiful song. 
Here is the beautiful song.  Here is the beautiful song. 
Here is a room.  Here is a man sitting. 
Here is his hammock.  Here is his beach sand.
Here is his coast.  Here is his harbour.