Ogada: Two Poems

Cyrus Kabiru (SMAC Gallery), from “C-Stunners”. Source: weareafricatravel.com


let me remember you

 

we mold differently,

teenage-fly hearts,

with phone calls we don’t want to end

what we don’t know how to do,

is walk away

 

i have known you

for introducing me to nature trails,

and each tickle of a touch

evokes the treks shared

 

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Rachael de Moravia: The Mutability of Beauty

Illustration (made for the poem) by John Trefry

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I went to New Orleans when I was young.

Spanish moss hung from trees like bodies in the still air.

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I wore white linen because of the heat

and the only time I felt comfortable was at three in the morning.

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Her shoulders were bare, her hips narrow like a boy’s,

her skin pale and soft as moth wings in the monochrome night.

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