The Window Of Migration Poem by Olawale Owoeye
The Window Of Migration
I see wings patterning the skirt of the sky—
The blue background with the flying blacks that dot its blouse
And the pinky hell burning the sky in the end of the horizon.
They all fly to the east but a fool coming from behind
A fool is it?
Dip your head like a turning stick into the pot-like window of your wall and see.
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