The tired eyes of a working man
The missing beats from a forgotten drum
The faded jeans in a woman's lap
Old carrots and frozen mangoes
Fallen angels in dark alleys
Mixed noises and a broken pipe
No choices when you drink and drive
Abandoned widows in aluminum beds
Sunken lips in a broken glass
Fortunes tell when it's a wrap
It's life that brings back forgotten jingles
Of time that stood still when you wanted
to wake up
* * *
Lusaka, Zambia
March 2021
He hid my jacket,
My cloak
My hopes for a dream that once was foretold
He kissed my throat
My groans
My burnt out feet in a wet tiled floor
He sang my song
My home
My two great mountains in a fold and a groan
He dug my heart
My tears
My six feet fears in a no go zone
He held my arm
My mirror
My only single reason for the bad day gone
He had my flock
My door
My lost little finger in a sugar laced coat
I moan.
***
Eureka Park, Lusaka
On the day I'll be gone,
Our morning walks,
no more.
Kissing,
the soft morning sun,
whistling with the birds.
Soft footprints,
on white sands,
Now a pair,
Soon to dissolve,
in gentle waves.
Keep our daily walks,
When am gone.
Even though alone,
We float in your thoughts
Kiss our sun,
Sing,
With the morning birds.
Try to be early
Or ill be long gone!
* * *
Bamburi Beach, Bamburi
Mombasa, Feb, 2021
