This Senegalese man took a plane to Spain
to look at stuff,
stuff to sell in Senegal
a country that makes nothing,
but sews the most beautiful clothing in the world
adorning beautiful, tall women, strong,
a county with beautiful beaches; at dusk,
a soccer ball being passed from man to man so adeptly
so quickly
I lose track of it
the mournful call to prayer, the pause
to consider something besides the almight dollar
this man in Spain seeks something Senegal does not
and should
but he leaves much behind.
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