Tuesday, June 17, 2008

VOICES.

I see smoke billow to the sky
without a struggle
I see it rise over the tall,very tall banana stems
but soon it sways with the wind
and I can no longer see it again
beside me my now girlie cousins glance and giggle
at the stick held captive by my lips
"Anko" I will never marry a man who smokes
never...
too young to know a grain about marriage,
but would never marry a smoker;
impressive
In front of us a pile of red ants swarm over a fleshy bone,
where it came from,I would never know
soon they are gone,
and I am left once again listening to the voices.

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