(To: Oyinade Ogunba, Nigeria)
The sky here has no windows
The moon no sails
And the trees
Look exactly like their shadows.
No one dreams
To be a son of a star
Or a daughter of a whidah
O king of rain and wind
How can your steps step
And your songs sing?
(Chicago, USA,18 March 1994)
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