Bonnetvanture T Asiimwe
Just Across - Poem by Bonnetvanture T Asiimwe
Model padded over accepted potholes
Near the void shelter of the beggar of choice
Swerving at will of its function.
In the dim of its tinted glass,
Two figures romantically fondled.
She, the rover of lovers
Inside, her hazy head lost
In a tangle of vague thoughts,
Is this a humbled offer?
Rhetoric recalled in reminiscence
Heart twisted to another tune,
Can I wind the clock to back days?
This hammered hauntingly.
And said to sole self
Maybe I am a seeking sojourner-
Unsure of destiny
In a refined life of merry.
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