Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge!
Two Old Black Men on a Leicester Square Park Bench
What do you dream of you
old black men sitting
on park benches staunchly
wrapped up in scarves
and coats of silence
eyes far away from the cold
grey and strutting
pigeon
ashy fingers trembling
(though it's said that the old
hardly ever feel the cold)
do you dream revolutions
you could have forged
or mourn some sunfull woman
you might have known
a hibiscus flower
ghost memories of desire
O it's easy
to rainbow the past
after all the letters from
home spoke of hardships
and the sun was traded long ago
Written by Grace Nichols
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