![]() Whose names are lost to my hands, I stoop, picking barks, Into the river, watch them skip and skip before sinking,Ī game I played as a boy. That whisper of roads, trying to sieve through water Toward Dakar, I walk alone, trying to find leaves ![]() Poetry / Romeo Oriogun :: This Way to Water :: Along Sénégal’s river, in Kayes, where the busįrom Bamako dropped me off, before speeding
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