Stop Here Poem by Emmanuel George Cefai

Stop Here

Stop here

Though the road has widened
Stink out smells like dung or…
From behind the walls of fields?

The Soul frenzy of the Wind has not dispelled the smells.

Say what knowledge we seek shall be writ in star.

That alternative better be.

Look up - the Star!

Stop.
Stop here.

Thursday, August 24, 2023
Topic(s) of this poem: star
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