train

reading them, the ones who kept diares,
you know the silly listening of an approaching
dandora train on the rails? willfull suicides?
preoccupied with the same thing:
let’s call it something else—mousebirds;
tangerines; oh-this-hour; sukari ngutu—
it has been years without you, you fucker,
niko Nairobi, Umoja.

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