In the Dusk of Dengeza
Yesterday, I sat in the level wane of dusk
Watching the sun slant with the birds towards the taciturn escarpment.
Soon heaven was a floorless sea of stars
And the two hundreds miles of country was a endless communion of cattle bell-notes and fireflies.
I thought to myself how stars and fireflies are alike...
-- Always there even when we cannot see them...
I saw white petals seated on a shrub open to the warm folk of crickets beneath my sofa of rock
I thought to myself how time flows like the now brimming Izuma brook
And remembered how girls from my neighbourhood are growing greener with the rains of puberty...
I then pulled my thick beard to feel how long it has grown
With words of a wiser man than me coming to mind
-- You don't choose the beard, the beard chooses you.
09/08/17
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