For Chris Wanjala: the Song Whose Tune You Cannot Sing Alone

For some things, once is not enough When wine is fine, you want one more tip When a song tickles, you ask another jockey When you stare at the sky, the second time is better When you pass the brook, you look back again When you smell sandle wood, you confirm with winch Even lip, bids you twice, then you part Touch the bosom of the hill, and you embrace If Chris L. Wanjala enveloped you, you wanted more It seems where good people go, they wanted more For some things, once is not enough Let me write on the epitaph of one Whose tune you cannot Sing alone
Copyright © | Year Posted 2018

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