I
shea butter market
sellers hold the sun
in water sprinkles
II
gradually unseating the pond skater
from his water throne
harmattan winds
III
drifting cotton clouds
the sickle moon
harvests all alone
IV
May rains drop-
the bamboo fence
free from termites’ plaster
V
end of the road-
railway track runs
into earth
First published @ Boston Poetry
Magazine, 2015
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