In Search Of Venus Poem by Nkwachukwu Ogbuagu

In Search Of Venus



There are no labyrinths in this zone above.
This even, the bifurcated, long, empty road
Reflects the orange,
Hung high, eluding us from the grey void.

The even star -
Behold the grey patterns of heaven,
Meek and naked.
The orange, in clover, fades in the
Celluloid of the hanging sea,
And my approach, red and narrow,
Nurses a dream.

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