Practically a Native

The locals go about their business, poor,
But aren't they picturesque? You mingle
With them at the market, buy the trinkets
That they make, then head back to the private
Beach that lies behind your nice hotel.
A week or two of sand and sun, and you
Return to Omaha, respendent in your
Batiqued blouse and scarf, the barrettes
In your hair. You tell your friends
That you've gone native. You wish
You could stay down there, content
To live as do the locals,...
But for being poor.

Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2018-09-04 at 13:34

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Ashe The PoetBay support member heart!
Maybe the locals are not as poor as you think. They laugh at the trinkets you buy after you are gone, and they go on with their happy lives.

No, that's not true. They are probably poor, only they might not mind it so much. There's a huge difference between being poor in, say, the US, and being poor in a country where most people are poor but have enough to eat and a home to live, or maybe because that's all they've known and they wonder what your life might be like. Like in the movies they have seen, they think.

Nice poem. It made me think of why I would never want to move to Omaha, or anywhere in the US as long as I have a choice.