swarm of crows make an impression,
blue red white wall,
something of a butterfly’s constituency
miles and miles,
everything made along the shoreline.
waking up in a friend’s bed
who can also be a stranger
if you consider the distance
from here to Mombasa.
and the gold of elaborate bedding,
a hot room, cheap red wine & whiskey.
recovery and leaving.
dreams of drowning in Subukia.