Friday, November 27, 2015

Across the Border

French, Italian, Arabic, Chinese

I can’t understand a word
in this melting pot of faces

People shoving like Manhattan
at rush hour
buying it all to stretch
the American dollar
but... they’ve abandoned the homeless
who sleep on business doorsteps

We are like voyeurs
taken by the swirl of skin color
shapes of eyes, noses, lips
chubby children with high cheek bones
white teeth smiles and silken black hair
run over our feet on their quest
for swings and slides

Wide assed women walk by
dreaming prophetic dreams
of brown eyed off-spring
swinging hips with a Marley beat
and the beautiful lady under the arches
says “We are all one People”
in a heavy Jamaican accent

Congested trails marked for safety
ignored by free wheeling dogs
on the run by the beach
crash into cyclists
sending them tumbling
like Japanese acrobats

Oblivious to the scene
Canada geese
honk out their national anthem
escaping south to Florida
like the natives in Mercedes

                                                                                   
Sandra L. Hazley              

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