in poetry ~ read.

A Random Harmattan Night in Abuja

I was first drawn to the leaves
the leaves, brown and layered out on the ground
Occasionally they would rise and fall,
rise and fall, rise and fall
In continued obeisance to the harmattan breeze
I looked up see the tree
And whatever would have been left of its glory
That's when i saw her, skimpy clad
And bathing under the glow of the street lights
Her skin did glow and had a certain appeal
But I'm sure she didn't realize
It also shone through her soul
A collage of crumpled
and sweat stained sheets