WHERE TWO PATHS MEET

Meet me there
Where arms of trees
Shield like roofs of huts
There
Where rivers merge to parliament
There where ghosts hunt
And lives play

II
Meet me there
There
Where cocks and hens turn to guinea fowls
Cats turn lions
Lizards turn to aligators
Butterflies turn to nightingales

III
Meet me there
There
Where eggs hatch themselves
Ovaries conceive themselves
Seas fill themselves
Causing skies to lose their myths

IV
There is no score to settle
No haunting happiness to harvest
No frowning smiles to tap
Until we meet there
There where death meets life
To build a clean fountain
Amoafowaa Sefa Cecilia (c) 2016

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