Maputo? I asked.

         The light caught a fisherman pulling his boat up the sand

         It's hard to say hello to everyone, he said

                  so much depends
                  on a red wheel barrow
                  glazed with rain

         Rare Balança, said the boy
         He tightened his eyes like raisins

         Arme kline, he said

        The sun scattered blue and red

         It's the wind, he said