at the airport waiting for my one-and-only


waiting for Helen

parched earth crackling
cracked skin stretched for drumming


soul on desert waiting for rains
of swanny eyes

clouds flutter as wind whistles
they touch land rivers of joy

and Helen floats down
fluids my soul



Poetry by mark nwagwu
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Written on 2011-09-08 at 12:16

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