MORNING (a poem) by Isaac Alesh Melchizedek

The morning glories

on the wet

elephant grass

is dripping

down

&

down

from leaf to leaf

in search of a home

or death,

 

Nearby,

a grasshopper

is flying

from grass to grass

With death by its side.

 

We belong to yester-years,

They belong to us.

 

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Isaac Alesh Melchizedek also known as Isacah O’duah writes poems and short fiction from Ibadan, Nigeria. His works were recently published by Brittle Paper and Tuck Magazine.

The Author: Isaac Alesh Melchizedek

The Author: Isaac Alesh Melchizedek

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