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Kola Rainbow
Spokes of sunrays prickling
on the sky floor as a child paddles a patoon
down the river of Ethiope.
River frogs reel forest hip-hops
gently over the clear silence.
Under the mango, leaves weave a dance.
On the hill cresting from Jesse,
green usurps, a painter is sketching a woman
tanned-with-despair.
Two women trek along Aja road,
with calabash on their heads.
They are talking among themselves,
half-laughing, half-listening,
talking all the time down the road. |