Full Moon
...lights the path to plays
only the night graces.
Boys, leaping on feets,
tapping shadows of girls
bridling fires beneath
the supper pots.
Ghost of one
whose promise rebates.
Grace of one
whose turn to take.
Give or take,
hands are fiddled.
gods dine different.
Praises from fathers' best.
A full moon,
the kindred pray for more.
Copyright © Adeyela Adeyemi | Year Posted 2022
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