Return of the Prodigal
After the reggae hard-beat, the Haitian guitars and the delicate
the unattainable sloe-eyed dancers, sips from forbidden chalices,
and the inevitable descent to the wood-and-zinc
shack—you came to count your losses,
exhume, with some embarrassment, his unread letters,
raise, to your startled heart, his shameless wishes--
then, giving up your feet and hands to love’s caressing fetters,
you arrived again in the familiar yard, to the evening’s last trumpet.
John. R. Lee
Saint Lucian writer, broadcaster, teacher, Bible preacher John R. Lee has a Collected Poems: 1975-2015 forthcoming from Peepal Tree. Click here to learn more.
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