DUSK

Sojourn Bird....
I was here and I'm here
in the land of three white men
like a repeated child,
Raking greened grasses
under a yellow sun.

Sojourn Bird....
I was here
in my spring when harvest basket
was bountiful and manhood
shies damsels.

Sojourn Bird.....
I'm here now like a phoenix,
But grasses now yellowed.

Dusk
Is here again, sojourned bird.
In forthcoming moons
I will come to you,
ilé Olúyolé

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03-01-19. Winter