Poem On My Earthday: August Mawnin Callaloo

August Mawnin Callaloo
By Andrene Bonner
8-29-2010

Sunrise blaze the eastern sky  
And liberty don’t smell like ripe mango.  

Rain a fall and breeze a blow
And poor people life sour like green lime.

Moon a shine when nighttime come
And young kisses are not sweet like cane juice.

Thunder roll and lightning flash
And happiness migrate south like red breast.