Tooting my own horn
posting these old poems
some as old as a day –
birds fly over the trees
L'Exode Ali Farka Touré.
Sunset I forget how much
Australia is like Africa.
Forgive me. I do it to expand.
Let me fashion a new one
hide in the forest & recite it
amid the ferocious beasts.
You know who you are.
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