Laying aside the dreams I lost
Another world opens to me
Amid the gentle swirls of dust
Cappucino and cardoman tea
Addis jazz at every corner
Cafes called Adonai and Shoah
Painted eyes for the hills of Zion
Portraits of Emperor and the Lion
Arsenal shirts, kids in tattered shoes
Lada cars make patient traffic
Amid new buildings, browns and blues
Progress patched up and erratic
We climb towards the cafe floor
Hand in hand upon the stairs
The wind blows through your long light hair
You watch me gazing down the street
Couples courting on the terrace
The brush of hands and made-up eyes
The future, hesistant and sure
Hangs in the basket of sunlight.
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