Call her Haiti -- this pulse
skipping joy,
slave beat, girl
glaring in the landscape's gut
at the sea wind
unwinding its white
bandanna.
She slaps the sky,
her braided hair
a whip flung -- begging
gauze not fog
to bind the bleeding wounds.
Her ancestors
pounded meat and corn;
but she pounds the hours
into seconds, fingers ticking
faintly against fallen stone.
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Note --Painting is by American artist, William Whitaker and is entitled,
"Jade". www.williamwhitaker.com.
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