Ethnographic Moment
This is Carolina
The northern member of the clan
The weather is in a terrible state:
All day rain, white walls of it
Holding me like a cattle to wait
And if this constant nattering
Does not stop
I shall have enough to rue
Alone at the end of day ... with you.
Little lakes of memories
Are bubbling in brooks of street
Now ... water killed the flower beds
The petals have left the barren stems
O I miss the sea of yellows and reds
I miss the blooming of my rems
The rain falls with no strategy
For what is the use
Since I have planted nothing here
What psychology is this
That fails so to amend us
Who see nothing as our terminus
How dangerous is that
Leaving not even trust in a spot
Still dry for common gifts of mercy
The rain is a long wait
The bubbles muddle and break
In puddles of a littered lake
This is North Carolina
The beginning, not the terminus
Copyright © L'Nass Shango | Year Posted 2009
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