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