There is an Africa
Which possesses me—
Which lives on the inside of
My world view—
The fine leaf intricate,
Invisible creatures seen,
A brief waterfall
After the rain, the
Temporary rivers
Releasing the dust
For the evening offering
Of dusk—prelude
To the surface of sky
And the endless depth of stars.
2009
Tuesday, October 19, 2010
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