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Freetown Musings

August 25, 2011

The sound of the city,
Horns blaring, people screaming,
Laughter, crying,
Businessmen and candy dealers.

A cool breeze,
Big, billowing clouds,
The rain is coming.

I expect the sounds to cease, but they continue.
There is more laughter now.
Business stops. It is time to connect.
Children dance.
An old woman places her bucket beneath the runoff.
Somehow she got her laundry down before the downpour.
I didn’t.

The street begins to flood.
The sewers are overcome by the volume of water.
Rawdon Street is now a river.
Men scurry to remove trash dams.
We scramble for buckets to catch the flow from our leaky roofs.

The drops are falling less rapidly now.
The humidity has returned,
And the businessmen are packing their umbrellas.
The bread is back out.
So are the children.

Life resumes in Freetown.

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  1. August 30, 2011 2:31 pm


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