This fine morning - sun through swaying palm trees,
the lap of waves heard distantly,
sunlight glinting on their sparkling lap-tops..
in cool rooms, breeze moving the curtains
like a seductive dancer,
a thousand hands of hope,
fingers of illusion,
tap out letters of beseechment
to the greater world
politely, generously, asking for support
to release for a substantial share
the huge but tied-up inheritance
of the late father who so sadly...
and hope springs eternal
as the gullible gulp and gasp
this fine sunny morning,
this funny-money morning
on the Ivory Coast
Michael Shepherd
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-fine-morning-on-the-ivory-coast/
