Even though you can’t tell her
Pawpaw’s crawl up her neck
As he waited patiently for a peck
Seagulls marked her present
As rigors barked up his spine
She smiled like twin peas
He whined and missed me
Strutting gracefully like ostriches
Plucking hungrily across ridges
Ripe apples sweet and yellow
life attitudes weep and jump
Remembering soft winds from her lungs
While shuffling on streets with prongs
Transported high above
Attracted down below
Until we’ve circled the globe
Gentle ample winds and glow
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***Busola Elegbede***
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