When The Port Town Was Trying Her Necklace

When the port town was trying her necklace
at the night-mirror of the sea,
and her earrings by consent of the moon,
I missed you!

Searching for small-breathing eyes
that seem so far but so bright,
shaded by thin, up-straight,
hawk-winged eyelashes
on a wall grey and tarnished,
remind me of my old age.

I turned my face to the sea
and saw the town’s lit necklace
praying you in my eyes
“never are the image
of the soul’s pure memories
inevitable when least wanted,
or attractive when anticipated,

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poem by Ermias Ekube
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