the sapling that took root,
enmeshed in the sweat-soaked gulag of kisses & pain,
silence & self-pity,
will grow to be a tree,
rising above the prejudices of men,
higher & higher,
to that point when looking down,
humans all look the same.
and so …
I stretch out my arm,
my thumb defiant in the oppressive air,
& as I bid you an almondsweet adieu,
I hold you close,
whispering these words:
so long, my friend,
& stay well,
& know that I shall be counting down the days to how & to when,
I will see you here …
peace | love | uBuntu
