Sometimes the water flows
Sometimes the water stills
Stilling my hopes in crypts
Sometimes it rains on my face
Sometimes sun radiates off of it
Burning men like cigarettes
Sometimes I care.
Sometimes I don’t.
Sometimes I share.
Sometimes I won’t.
Blue birds fly unseen in the sky.
Only perceived when poked in the eye.
Manichean Mannequins of wonder.
Wanderers under a flattening roof
Unimpaired by water. It’s Rustproof.
Look yonder to cross the border.
As we are: birds of the same feather
Written by Issa Dioume