<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577419" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Muted Creche</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Florida is returning to the way she looked<br>Just before the sixteenth century, <br>The conquistadors swimming in their bloody<br>Bouquets and hang-over hard-ons: <br>All the lost tribes are showing their faces as<br>The hybrids of our new species: <br>Guatemalans and Cubans and Haitians and<br>Columbians, <br>Swimming up stream and making love like<br>A kaleidoscope lost in a<br>Sweaty, irrational poem: What would be a <br>Disaster from the white man and his college<br>Professor, <br>Except for the fact that these women are beautiful, <br>And the bring over priced lunch, <br>All the roundnesses of their body like ripe<br>Fruit, <br>Like the clichés of a lunch basket passed between<br>Business partners; <br>And they all have exquisite names with three or<br>More syllables, <br>Like mermaids or butterflies that have finally settled<br>And learned how to live forever<br>And to roller-skate: <br>Julie is a unicorn, and I buy guava pastries from <br>Diana for the rest of my life, <br>And the cicadas sing as they have always proposed<br>They have, <br>And the alligators grin because they still remember, <br>And the old forts settle, <br>The cars proceeding heedlessly, <br>While somewhere to the east the waves continue<br>To eat away at the throat of a cross planted there<br>By silver crusted men who cannot much longer<br>Afford to live behind the muted crèche<br>Of their endangered gated community.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Bret+R.+Crabrooke">Bret R. Crabrooke</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=577419" data-title="The Muted Creche de Bret R. Crabrooke" data-description="Florida is returning to the way she looked Just before the sixteenth century, The conquistadors swimming in their bloody Bouquets and hang-over hard-ons: All the lost tribes are showing their faces as The hybrids of our new species: Guatemalans..."></div> </div> </div>

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