Jeremy, Jeremy, when I spin through the boulevard,
I’m just a stranger touring the coves of the realm.
When I glide through the fog,
I’m a bird who can’t carve a sound.
Into the sky, how a nut dog barks its lessor
At the other end of porch where our lives are knotted.
Every time I’ve gawked into your cold sights;
Even though fire resides in them.
I never behold a ghoul
But to the world, I’m friends with one.
Who could say that in lost, I would find you treasure.
As a pinch of salt to my world, you set me aflame with
Rendezvous at the crossroads where fate troops out,
Lurking about all that are never in boys’ outlook.
It wasn’t a race from the sun that unified us nor rain
Nor is it red ribbons—catchy.
It’s a muffled pitch of fate.
An art, lanes on our palms
Which guides love to the backyard.
This bond has no clone
Nor is it derived from stars,
That toil to shine in crescent Moon.
Read – An Ode to this Gift – A Poem by Bernadette Chikapa, Malawi
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I’m more than glad that the memory of a friend found a home here.
It’s a memory that has lived with me growing and I’m happy I shared it with the World.