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Hollylane · 08-06-2012, 08:21 PM

At the intersection: burnt August fields
by Jennifer Wallace

At the intersection: burnt August fields and blistered streets.
The city readies for summer's last fling.
Vendors circle the band shell
with curried goat and Red Stripe beer. The sound man
"check, checks" his mics and Marley's wail unites
with insect wings and chicken smoke and air.

Where is Jamaica? Baltimore? Where?
Tonight they reside on music's continent —
behind the chain link, where holstered cops
keep peace between the races
who don't appear to need much help...
they boogie bum to bum under the moon
and all the colored lights and everyone singing One Love.

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08-06-2012, 08:21 PM	#11
Hollylane Practically Lives Here How Do You Identify?: . Preferred Pronoun?: . Relationship Status: . Join Date: Jun 2011 Location: . Posts: 11,495 My Photo Gallery Thanks: 34,694 Thanked 26,362 Times in 5,875 Posts Rep Power: 21474862	At the intersection: burnt August fields by Jennifer Wallace At the intersection: burnt August fields and blistered streets. The city readies for summer's last fling. Vendors circle the band shell with curried goat and Red Stripe beer. The sound man "check, checks" his mics and Marley's wail unites with insect wings and chicken smoke and air. Where is Jamaica? Baltimore? Where? Tonight they reside on music's continent — behind the chain link, where holstered cops keep peace between the races who don't appear to need much help... they boogie bum to bum under the moon and all the colored lights and everyone singing One Love.