Late For A Walk Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

Late For A Walk



Sun is a sunken eye crescent cry
Late for a walk steps after work and tie
Lonely air propelling sighs counts of lanes
Walking and gnashing meander on ridged planes

Late for a walk dash and pass the moon there
In Grove eyes run turns white stranger stare
Needling Squinted feets rumble behind match
Darker little Mulanje and Ndata rattle the rush

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
After work later in the day I take a walk as part of my physical exercises here at Ndata farm in Thyolo district... I have come here for government work
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Paul Mwenelupembe

Paul Mwenelupembe

Queens Central Hospital, Blantyre, Malawi
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