Morning Somewhere - Poem by Masa MbathaOpasha
A ray of light
hangs from the clouds,
the morning pelican
takes in his feathers.
I’ll see you soon in Casablanca.
to switch on the dawn
Alligators coffee nosed
Laugh and rumble
If this was Vienna
I’d be out of my mind
The palm trees
Stand like rivets
the yellow shifting sand
It’s not Rome, it’s not home!
The babies squeal
Talking loudly, un-deaf
The below town boy curbs
It’s always nice to be in London
or New York City in summer!
All the crest fallen ladies burn
amidst umbrellas lifeguards turn
The soapy sea softly laps
The white beach surf gently returns
You must be in Paris or Prague then,
this coming winter.
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