Another side of Rinkeby
an almost sentient summer breezecarrying the scents of halal breakfast
and the sound of playing children
i put on my shades and make for the square
from a seemingly infinite sky
sunshine fondles my skin
darbuka rhythms fill my ears
and open up my heart
laughing girls in
multi coloured hijabs
topped by radiant smiles
amplify the sweetness of the light
bags of groceries hung on
decorated baby carriages
pushed by chattering mothers
talking with their hands
ancient men with henna tinted beards
sit quietly on the benches
staring both outwards
and inwards
i drink a beer in the pizzeria yard
silent and contented
observing the possibility
of peaceful coexistence
Poetry by Wumbulu
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Written on 2015-02-16 at 12:10
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