BEFORE I SLEEP

The tropical warmth
With teeth as strong as roots
Beating on lion skin drums
Evening voiced on bamboo flutes
Fleeting memory
That happened too long ago
To be remembered properly
Before I sleep more miles to go.

Che Chidi Chukwumerije
Poems from the inner river

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