shadows of the morrows

Written by: Canny Amah

men & women
looking at the hills
seas, mounts, vales
green forests of city-lines
& the blue rives & dives -
are these the treasures
of crocodile shells
everywhere
life looks like smooth shadows
in a mirror of morrows
mauled in today's kisses
or some tiny egg-shells
smashed in hasty disgust
of the disjointed hours.