Dry skins
Fit into dusty environs
Harmattan is here
Harmattan dust
The leaves by the un-tarred road
Feel it better
Harmattan journey
Dust waves
On un-tarred roads
Harmattan spectacle
Dry leaves
And hazy atmosphere
Harmattan fire
Not even the wetlands
Are spared
Harmattan bushfire
One surest way
Of communal gathering
Harmattan Voices
Dry
And weird
Harmattan prayer
A drop of water
In a dry throat
Harmattan scars—
Cracked lips
And dry skins
(8th Jan.,2017; Ofoase)
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