A fine morning on the Ivory Coast

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

poem by Michael Shepherd
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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