A broom sweeps stones and sticks
from a white-squall surface,
vigorously dragging its tentacles
along the hard crust of earth.
The debris rolls down a narrow drainage
past the rusty drum and small blue container
used to store water, into the spur
beyond the house that descends finally
into a pit latrine.
This is a picture of the rural life
one city boy has come to call 'home';
his wife quite accustomed to its hard way-
upset at having to return.
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Nicholas Damion Alexander is a teacher of English and Philosophy. He is also a poet. His works have been published in The Jamaica Gleaner, The Jamaica Observer, Caribbean Voice magazine, Small Axe: sx salon, Tongues of the Ocean, Poets against War, The Cartier Street Review, Auckland Poetry, The Black Collegian, Angelfire, Mr. Africa Poetry Lounge, Eos, Truml, Poemhunter, The First Cut, the anthologies Meditations on Divine Names (edited by Maja Trochimczyk, poet laureate of Sunland-Tujunga, Los Angeles) and So Much Things To Say, an anthology of the first ten years of Calabash Literary Festival (edited by Kwame Dawes). In 2008 he was awarded a fellowship with Calabash International Writers' Workshop. He has also been featured on e-Buffet's online magazine: "Postcards from the people of Earth", Squid Inc. His blog is:http://open.salon.com/blog/nicholas_damion_alexander
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