By Dady Chery
Axis of Logic
Friday, Apr 9, 2010
A solitary guitar
a coq greeting the dawn,
rain tiptoeing on a tin roof
While the sun looks on,
a cyclone whistling through the palms,
breadfruit falling from a cloud,
laughter spiraling toward the full moon,
vibrating the night,
stirring memories of Guinea
like the silver bracelets
'round our limbs.
until we discovered
our heartbeats were the same.
READ HER BIO AND MORE BY HAITIAN AUTHOR, DADY CHERY
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