Sunday, January 9, 2011

A Poem For George

Walking through the souk,
Bargaining and buying,
Young chocolate-colored man
Has fun without trying
Because he can,
And the seller's skin
Is the color of sand,
Who makes his living lying
To tourists, from another land...
The bargain is made,
But nothing really connects,
Neither ventured nor laid,
The chocolate-man flies back
To distant Japan.

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