August Mawnin Callaloo
By Andrene Bonner
8-29-2010
Sunrise blaze the eastern sky
And liberty don’t smell like ripe mango.
Rain a fall and breeze a blow
And poor people life sour like green lime.
Moon a shine when nighttime come
And young kisses are not sweet like cane juice.
Thunder roll and lightning flash
And happiness migrate south like red breast.
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