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Mixing Pot
by Chris Sorrenti
on a bus home from language school
a forty something white Englishman of Italian descent
though himself never taught the language
speaks his best French with a black teacher from Haiti
the conversation does not go unnoticed
by some high school students sitting across from them
two girls and a boy between
also black
the white Englishman with the Mediterranean complexion
glances over just at the right moment
to see them giggling at him
and the black teacher
clear in the teenagers’ faces
not to mock
but simply happy
to be living in a place where such a thing is possible
© 2005
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11/16/2005 Posted on 11/17/2005
Copyright © 2024 Chris Sorrenti
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gregory O'Neill on 11/17/05 at 04:45 AM Chris, this is great. North America...half-brother to the world! |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 11/18/05 at 09:28 PM ...chris, after knowing you and your stuff, this a veritable [sweet] snapshot o' time...man, i can see the two adults, their humanness of affiliation, and too the kids' wonderment at the novelty of the exchange of two beings...what large/small ride...really heavy and since i am immersed in human dynamics such as this daily it is so lovely to see it presented a loving, appreciative way...delightful read...a POTD vote goes on this one...touche! peace, chaz |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 11/19/05 at 12:21 PM Most appropriate title. Very effectively drawn word vignette. |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 11/19/05 at 09:09 PM A very interesting piece, with an ending I was not expecting. You hook in diversity with overtones of what really is, and what we hope to see. Great read, Chris :) +fav |
| Posted by Maureen Glaude on 11/19/05 at 11:11 PM the fun of an eclectic town like ours. Sounds like some moments in our Italian class. |
| Posted by Morgan D Hafele on 11/21/05 at 04:40 PM perfect! |
| Posted by Carolyn Coville on 11/30/05 at 04:06 AM oooo the last stanza really made me smile...wonderful poem indeed! |
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