Spring In Nairobi

By Ngwatilo Mawiyoo

is Jacaranda trees in bloom
a blissful blue, bold, edging
toward lavender gladness.

When rain pours or commands
the winds to boast that it can, the flowers
fall in a flurry of whispers, which caress
like sudden sunlight, like the warm touch

left by your fleeting love. It is not tragic,
the romp we make on Kenyatta Ave,
it is at once delicate and joyful. We hope
the ritual will make us blissful
while blue, free, decidedly bold even.

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