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Hunger
by David Ray

It was in that little town near Malaga
where I looked down and saw white almonds
blooming in the fields, and I went looking
and stepped up even higher than the street
onto a porch and a young woman with a baby
on her hip opened the door and I asked her
in Spanish if she knew of a room to rent--
Hay un cuarto que puedo alquilar? -- and
her baby stared blankly at me and she half
smiled and said not, that she knew nothing
at all, nada, and I noticed that her blouse
was doubly wet, no doubt with breast milk,
and Oh, how I longed to nurse that beautiful
young mother I saw for only two minutes
in that little town near Malaga where
the white fields were abloom as if they
had drunk of the sun.

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