Ngwatilo

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Proof (kernal)

Proof
These days I lie with contracts & gentlemanly vows
back to back, this was never about love.
Like echoes each contract haunts; I want to pin them down
against the right walls. Before they meet Tomorrow
and combust, as if it were planned. My eyebrows rise
and curve in woe. The eyes obey and release tears. Helpless.

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Summer in Nairobi

is Jacaranda trees in bloom 
blissfully blue, bold, edging
toward lavender gladness.
When the rain falls, as we hope,
the flowers fall.

It is not tragic,
stomping on them on Kenyatta Ave
delicately and joyfully–
we hope the ritual will make us 
blissful while blue, even decidedly bold.

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on the tanks

I’m mainly upset
that they were headed
for these collectively
troubled shores
at all