Near Lagos

morning's sun dappled cat
comes to the lagoon to lap 
an illusion
your muse
her voice shivers like a flute
her call
A
O
bass clef and treble clef of existence
trees breathe freely
canoes slowly pass
nearby   a village
only to go to
never to be from
at lagoon's edge
thoughts like mangroves bush

 

Richard M Russell © Dick Russell 
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