Cultural Exchange

In the Quarter of the Negroes

Where the doors are doors of paper

Dust of dingy atoms

Blows a scratchy sound.

Amorphous jack-o-Lanterns caper

And the wind wont wait for midnight

For fun to blow doors down.

By the river and the railroad

With fluid far-off goind

Boundaries bind unbinding

A whirl of whisteles blowing.

No trains or steamboats going--

Yet Leontynes unpacking.

In the Quarter of the Negroes

Where the doorknob lets in Lieder

More than German ever bore,

Her yesterday past grandpa--

Not of her own doing--

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