KEVIN MWOLE Poems

With the passage of a tortured wind
Course and noisy against the bend backs of dying trees
I catch a glimpse of swallows and egrets
in the grasp of the furious arm of nature
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I must return
to Masewani's music and rhythm
to where egrets nest in the breezes of dusk
among dancing reeds in colorful marshlands
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Come
me and you
we will travel childhood paths
seldom now trodden
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You are;
a masterpiece of wonder and ingenuity
crafted by the fingers that crafted the moon
the hands that fashioned the sun even before her birth
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A secret pot
brewing
A covered fire
Consuming
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