The cane man
rolls steady
as stormy skies set
on silenced plantation.
Unbreakable as his load,
he walks in old footsteps,
that even concrete and tarmac
cannot erase.
My foot long, I walk
under sporadic streetlights,
to document a history
that is still living.
As he turns the corner,
a woman hails “Good night”, and he is no more a monument,
just a man in long boots on his way home.
#cane #guyana #quickpoem
