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background, Brooklyn, culture, Domino, Haiti, Haitian, home, new York, NYC, poem, Poetic, poetry, Words, write
On the corner of Troy and Eastern Parkway,
There’s a hive of Haitians.
Swarming an old wooden table
Skeleted with Domino Pieces
Summoning loud conversations about…
Who knows?
It attracts me Home
It attracts me Home.
Where these old tables are glistened to look new
With skinny metal legs twisting
“I need to pee”
Yet, it still withstood the exhilarating slams
Of Domino Pieces.
Reverberating magnificent melody behind mountains;
An echo that seizes attention,
Ask for respect–your temptation.
It reminds me of Home
