Scattered Longings by Richard Inya
The sea over there is a mirror; take a look at yourself at the bottom of the sea. You are strands of seaweeds posing for marauding lives. Oblivion is around the dying. Your soul speaks to your spirit and the sound reaches Agadez. There is a thing about you in Tripoli but your body borders Italy The Saharan sun fleeced your skin like a sheep sheared for wool. The sky bullied your longings, Yet you…
