Little poems

Tap water slides off my face and if all water finds the sea then fish swim in my tears.

The tree is heavy with fruit. Yet blandness stains the tongue for it is too early in the season.

Invisible buses ferry dust and leaves without anchors past my window. I wonder if sometimes they snatch up my dreams too.

Eyes that see only as far as light travels are blind to the lessons of the night.

John was adventurous, bold, charming, driven, exciting, friendly, gentlemanly, hilarious, intelligent, jealous, a keen listener, married…not, outrageously playful, quiet, romantic, sweet, tactful, understanding, versed…very well…x-free and youthfully zen. John was also a character in a movie.

©wanjeri gakuru

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