Roosters crow, 5am
The chorus sings, afternoons and Sunday
Honking horns of motos, tap-taps, cars-
warn you to get out of the way.
Creole fills the air.
The water seller cries “Dlo! Dlo!”
Timounn greet me, “Bon jou, en femme?”
Marchon announce their wares for sale
Stones rattle underfoot.
The wind blows,
and the tin roofs come alive
Evening looms and music blares
a Haitian remix of American style songs
Darkness falls, electricity buzzes on
off
on
off
A mosquito buzzes in my ear,
barking dogs lull me to sleep
The fan kicks on and mutes the heat
“Listen well,” Haiti whispers to me.
It’s enough to fill your ears and move your feet for days
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July 29, 2008 at 2:49 pm |
Beautiful. Love it. I feel as though I am there. I love how you are capturing your experiences. Keep it coming.