A Day In Kampala

A flight of birds Flaunt their enormous wings Spying the light blue skies, Of a city protected by trees Whose sheer leaves Dance with the January breeze That hovers over A people of different origins A chrysalis unborn, Wrapped tightly with love Soon to flourish into a butterfly This city is, Of men and women That toil in light and darkness In strife for success Thousand cyclists dot the downtown alley Where potholes wait still, Like crocs in a shallow river, Preying a stray leg, Or a taxi from a valley of hundreds That, From atop their harbor Evokes in me The feel of a king facing his people Twilight sluggishly descends Upon a tired city, Ushering in the night lights That glow of cedar upon the girls of the night, The streets are quiet yet lively, With music, liquor stores, and casinos, Stray dogs and vagabonds Populate the night, Clearing the streets of the day's trash I could still wake, Oblivious of the morning sun, Dazed from last night And still know I'm in this lovely city That bares untold stories Of men that fostered it's blossom. Isaac.O