This Poem was Submitted By: craig r. kirchner On Date: 2001-07-12 20:25:49 . . . Click Here To Mail this Poem to a Friend!

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The Coolie

                  The liquid waves of concrete heat                         stop solar plexus high                   and knowing knees and callused feet                      keep rhythm as battered wheels                         grind gravel and gritted teeth.                   Bent and thinned, yet equinely poised,                      the rickshaw stammers empty                         with invisible foreign weight-                   and strong tightened sun soaked slits                         like greedy huckster eyes                   dart fiercely through chaotic void                   in quest of next equestrian fares.                   Far into the cool damp night                      the journey never ceases,                         predestined destination,                      and speaking to the street;                   his constant dream is he as seated,                         the jitney pulls itself,                   the pilgrimage of every tourist's night                      illuminates, becomes his own.                                                                                 

Copyright © July 2001 craig r. kirchner


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