Writing Temple
Wednesday, 24 April 2013
A fragment of Africa
meandering like the twisting river
that splits the centre in a complex grin;
the smiling coast,
beaming as bright as the boats at Bakau
and clutched in the soft jaws of Senegal.
Here, plump roots feed a village of mouths.
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