There are poems that deal with the Caribbean, its voluptuousness and its architecture. There are poems that deal with sexuality, overt, belly-dancing, in love. There are poems that deal with the public schools, in which the author taught, and criticism thereof. There are poems about Manhattan, above and below ground, life in the boroughs of New York City. There are poems praising movies and actors. There is a poem about a great doctor and the manner in which he dealt with his patients. There are poems about different states, Mississippi and its women, New Jersey and its flowering gardens. There are poems about women's eyes and metaphors for them. There is a connection between Freud's view of the Acropolis and Copenhagen and its citizens. There is a poem about being tired of the American empire while its citizens are loaded with work. There is a poem about three minority girls named Vanessa in the same class in a Brooklyn public high school. There is a poem about Miami and the cacophony of its Latin rhythms. There is a poem about women and how, when we are healthy, our feelings irrepressibly go to them. There is a poem about Southern girls. There is a poem about the one Queens' skyscraper. There is a poem about two girls, are they Arab or Israeli? There is another poem about public school administration and its deleterious effect on education. There is a poem about England, royal and political. There is attraction and immobility in front of a girl from southern lands. There is the attraction of a girl out of the pages of a magazine. There is my one camp experience where I made Flying Fish, I could survive a swamped canoe. There is a poem about the Cold War which is a puzzle. There is apoem about the attractiveness of a Japanese girl. There is a poem which shows the beauty of an album by Antonio Carlos Jobim. The book closes with a poem about a brief but intense love relationship.