the sun is setting
woke up with thoughts of the blank horse at the grass undisturbed with our cameras flashyour countries dark musicians strumming and pounding the instruments on the charcoal of the rocks at the Niger
my feet in
the dark skinned man coming up going under shaking his head about
clearing his eyes
as they sing of war and peace
voices resounding
the sun setting
the white brother speaking with the ones that are not
the sun setting
their voices resounding
feet in
ps.
there was a little bit of conversation left in our coffee mugs
and I was looking at you around my hands
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