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He is munching on nuts,

vigorously,

 

Utilising the muscles he has.

 

He has wonderful eyes,

Hawk eyes,

 

Wide set and is,

Now eating a banana with a plastic spoon.

 

We both have motioned for a waiter.

 

He is masticating on a blob of Almond paste that he,

Has scooped from the glass jar in the,

 

Center of the table, by the ash tray

With his middle finger,

 

Nibbling like a squirrel,

 

And there is something askew,

As he rushes,

 

To the aid of a woman carrying,

Four heavy bags.

 

He leaves his own where it is,

Unattended.

 

I wonder if he’s on drugs, or

Just a tourist,

 

High on Africa,

A white man free to do as he pleases,

 

But I am a black man preparing to fly, and

Have been informed about bags,

 

Left unattended.

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