Sudanese Vendors at the Acropolis
Red, green and yellow
parasols flew through the air
gripped by hungry men
The hunted vendors
fled, scattering like wild birds
far from Africa
3/28/09
written after seeing the Greek police
chase African street vendors selling
water, parasols and toys at the base of the
Acropolis
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These poems are written by family members, and do not necessarily have to rhyme. My original personal challenge was to write a poem a day for one year. (Yes, a three line haiku counts as long as it fits the criteria of 5-7-5.) My revised goal is to write 365 poems in the same number of days.
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