Poem #16

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for Sandy


Caribbean – a place where greening rain

lushes down on simple stoeped houses.

I’ve only been there on Walcott’s words

and through your letters from the island.


In Africa urban houses sprawl

cheek by jowl on the once wild land.

But blue sky and birds still sing

above these bared earth patches.


I stitched this into a quilt of cotton cloth

to warm the body and the eye.

I’m glad it crossed the seas with you,

and rests now in an island house.

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A gap in the story

like a missing tooth

carried off

by the toothmouse.

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