My Town
My town’s a dirty town a garbage in empty lots urine in dark corners potholes in unlit streets town I love it My town’s a pungent town a guava ripe in season steaming sweet corn on the street falafel frying fresh bread baking town I love it My town’s a technicolor town an open market rainbow outfits rugs and bales of cloth in gypsy colors bougainvillea growing wild town I love it My town’s a noisy town a street musicians radio blasting hawkers talkers children babbling horns honking loudmouth kind of town I love it My town’s a walking town a crowded sidewalks bustling busy baby stroller wheelchair pushing high heel low heel on the move town I love it My town’s a dot on the map town a can’t believe I’d ever end up here no one has ever heard of not even a decent concert hall or park town I love it My town’s a familiar faces town a stop to chat outdoor café greet me by name know what I like feel at home full of life people town That’s why I love it.
December 2007 First published in Cyclamens and Swords, November 2008
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