African Mermaid (For Esther)

African Mermaid

I find you sitting here

On a pile of stones

And immediately

Compare your grace

To that of the little mermaid

In the bay of Copenhagen

But I do you no right, my dear

My African queen

For the mermaid’s smile

Is frozen in stone for eternity

While yours is warm and alive

It’s the conditioning of the brain

Forcing its ugly blindness upon me

 

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