Stephen Buoro


I Will Find You

I WILL FIND YOU
The stars have swirled to the nucleus of barbed guile
I remain the salience of their ridicule, left-toed stubbed,
Never to find or to be found!

I am the whirlwind
the earth is cliched of my fruitless wanderings.
I am the sun
with sporadic fatigue under my soles.

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