Till I Arrive

I must return
to Masewani's music and rhythm
to where egrets nest in the breezes of dusk
among dancing reeds in colorful marshlands
I must go home, to the smell of coffee in bloom
lighting up senses at the caress of morning
I must escape the flattery of your city winery
the abandon of thawed vigor where spirits gnaw the joints
I must seek a fissure of escape

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