Monday, April 6, 2015

The Road from Tana to Antsirabe

Ruined rusted red sheet metal roof

of the church by the muddy opaque serpent
                                                                     win   ng
                                                                          di
                                                                        lake 

Inexplicable phantom railway tracks appear just across a muddied red asphalt strip

Rice fields glow verdant with every spectrum of green in the universe bleeding Into yellow there 

Weary black brown faces
asiatic eyes staring
                                blankly as you pass
a slightly raised eyebrow betrays only the slightest germ of curiousity 

Fresh shucked corn in boiling smoking black metal pots.
Dirtied faces
Coal black eyes
strong hands gripping shucking

Other hands hoist fresh ears for sale

An old sky blue Citroen                       stops
a young Malagasy man                      emerges
hands over a note
                                                           grinning.






















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