The royal palms
In their chosen places
Sway their brownish grey fronds
In the wind
The wind drums and
They do their royal dances
In the royal places
And all the pigeons
Coo in the palms.
There's a dividing line
And the other side
With rusty roofs
Is a slum
Where humid air
Hangs over a squalour
And all the vultures
Loiter on the top
Of brown roofs.
Tony Adah
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/two-places-2/
