! ! A Fine Morning On The Ivory Coast

This fine morning - sun through swaying palm trees, the lap of waves heard distantly, sunlight glinting on their sparkling lap-tops.. in cool rooms, breeze moving the curtains like a seductive dancer, a thousand hands of hope, fingers of illusion, tap out letters of beseechment to the greater world politely, generously, asking for support to release for a substantial share the huge but tied-up inheritance of the late father who so sadly... and hope springs eternal as the gullible gulp and gasp this fine sunny morning, this funny-money morning on the Ivory Coast