(1965 / Abor, Volta Region, Ghana)

Trapped

from outside
I looked at the city
surveyed it and smiled
I walked in
who would ever want to live here
I wondered
on entering
I never went back

once inside
I closed the door
and sat down to write a poem
outside a breeze was blowing
I dreamt there was a little light
somewhere emerging
I think a bicycle stood in the rain
and a child was coming home

and I wrote the poem
which had no breeze no light
no bicycle no child
and
no door
I was trapped inside
the city
your heart

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