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Mzee Moon

The portly moon hangs low,
full and reclining over Nairobi.
He tucks in the babies
as they squall in the slums,
and lights the rutted path home
for the men who drink their bus fare.
To me, he leans back and demands,
"nipatie chai."
I don't answer, but I sip my own mug;
and let my eyes wander to counting
the stars who attend him soundlessly,
like polygamous wives.

Mzee: respected older man
Nipatie chai: give me some tea.

4 Mar 07

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I think this is just beautiful.
 — starr

Chai in Kenya is different from what they call chai at Starbucks.  Chai in Kenya is what British and Americans call tea.
 — jerotich

wow. this might just be the most immature and pathetic set of comments that i have ever read. lame bologna, lame.

a couple things. drinking bus fare is good. polygamous wives... incredibly good: very fresh, acute.

Be careful with the personification of the moon as far as pronouns go. It gets confusing when you mix in the men. Really pretty good for a first draft. Maybe amp up some of those verbs and see what happens.
 — unknown

this poem is hilarious  if you understand it fully, the moon sounds like a selfish character contrary to what i know
 — weps

The moon's personality changes to suit my mood.
 — jerotich

you must be a moonie, like myself.

 — mandolyn

Namaste Jerotich - simple naive and charming - does what it says on the tea-tin. A pleasant read. Mitch :-)
 — pdemitchell