Like the large old bell at the Vatican
Agya Kwasi toys with life, his own life
The one he borrows daily from the grand architect of
the universe hangs
loosely
to the half-filled gallon
loosely
to the half-filled gallon
Horns blare but Agya is lost
His hips move to the rhythm and sound
of dancing feet
A driver is in dilemma...
Hit!run!? - swerve!crash!?
Both will make headlines, he sticks with the first
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2 comments:
cool!
Thanks friend....would have loved to know your name and have you in friends list.
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