A Carol for Bianca (and Sierra Leone)

In my ten days in Freetown, the city gave to me:

   Goats-only parking

   Shady-sounding beachtowns 

   Beds made of concrete

   Streams outside windows

   Eight hours of this shit

   Hurling by the roadside

   in Gola Forest

   No gasoline!

   Hunting for clams

   Hills, fog, rain

   Incognito bugs

   And a reason to do it again