a picture showing moyo okediji poised for the camera

We are home alone

We are home alone

dying to be alive

at this silent hour

when the trees are dancing

without night music

and the bars are closed

at the street corners

where the liquor store

meets young men flirting

with their cigarettes

watching time slow by

praying just for an ass

to carry home my burden

too heavy to bear

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