Comments about Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu
She left at the yawn of dawn
Between fog-densed waking hour
And rain-soused grey morning.
Veiled, her image was laced in silhouette.
She stood behind the fog-rain, a dark
Painting, sketched in black crayons of
Her breath, one streak of ink
Of a satanic fresco on a dingy subway.