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New Mexico Blues

I ran from green to green to desert
waking up
sundried afro
in the silence of New Mexico
I don’t remember coming here
nor do I remember settling
nor do I remember waving
in my navy blue skirt that mopped the
Blantyre earth,
I wish I’d weaved the yesterdays with the tomorrows
the days feel like a skipping cassette
I use pens to rewind the tape
but nothing familiar echoes from the speaker set.
molasses girl running
in a desert of her own design,
is Africa looking for me yet?
because I’m looking back hoping I am missed.

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