Ode to an itinerant love
hawkers of affection
you are a wanderer
a spent cartridge
waiting for a good samaritan
to rescue your tortured biomass
but where you stand
only vultures of utility reside
whence then shall come your redemption?
you are a Kenyan girl
scarred by the rush for waterfalls
you are a Nairobi one
all but now time barred
the irony of sacrifice
to crave sunshine
but stand in the rain
you are a Kenyan girl
© February 2012
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