African Mermaid (For Esther)
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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