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
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Lusaka, Zambia
March 2021
