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I watch televison eating sweet melon with peanut powder creme and condense milk. Relaxed and wrapped in special gifts from Gambia. I drink green tea and watch. I watch building crash and listen to children play outside my window. It’s after midnight and mother’s recline on porches remembering it’s summertime. How ironic peace and sudden destruction. I can’t remove my eyes.
My heart cries and I take no sides.
July 29th, 2006 at 2:58 pm
I like it, Tamar. If found myself quickly connecting with the flow of the words, which isn’t always the case with poetry or poetic writings.