Ngwatilo

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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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Teacups and Change (two poems one old, one new)

Teacups
Eleven years old and accustomed to seeing
the Jacaranda trees carpet the hill-side
with their lavender flowers, loving them even
when they wilted and returned to dirt; I still hoped
Dad would put colored lights on the twenty
foot cypress tree outside at Christmas, utterly
disregarding its browning diseased needles
and his fragility, to believe we will be back soon
in a year [...]

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Game, come play!

I used to have a friend with whom I used to write poems; well, ok, I continue to have a friend, conversations with whom the stuff of poems would emerge. …

To play, write me a note, and end with your invocation, and we’ll both go and make a poem about it, and both post here.