donkey of strange goods

in the salons of paris

where I had gone laden

with white thick sliced loaves

proper Tea for the English

they quizzed me on my manners

politics views of the world

& feeling only as a tourist

donkey of strange goods

I held no idea my quizzicals

were testing me for friendship

networking my soul

I failed their tests on many levels

feeling I was just passing through

understanding too well my poverty

may not bring me this way again

it was me not them

failing to see my horizon

could be lifted

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