The Melting Pot

by | Jan 26, 2013 | Poetry | 0 comments

Love my Wellington Boots

Using my English “Wellys” today 25Jan13, North Carolina

Wellington Boots, prim-properness, narrow streets,
tiny brick houses, the greyish fog,  porkpie,
black pudding, the pound.

The smell of cigar smoke, sangria, bullfights,
maracas, waiters dressed in black and white,
the siesta, the peseta.

Red lights, ladies of the night, the smell of marijuana,
tulips, windmills, horsemeat, blonde hair, wooden
clogs, the kroner.

The nutcracker, pine trees, leather hosen, green
jackets, beer-drinking, the Alps, the Humel,
coldness, spaetzle, the deutsche mark.

Cappuccino, piegeons, the fountain, the gondola,
tiny black-haired men, small fast cars, the
thief, the art, the lira.
 
The ocean-liner, the journey, blue-black waves
rain, day-night, sunshine, sickness, death, anxiety,
immigration, Schmidt-Smith, freedom, the lady, the Dollar

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