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We cavort wildly, with language

The fish comes steaming, and

English is not the only language making sense.

 

Politics comes with dark green vegetables spewing flavor,

Kenyans having lunch on the Boulevard,

 

Lakeshore,

 

– commitment is the idea that momentum cannot disrupt motion, that

Committed, one moves forward,

 

Becoming better,

 

Choosing beyond the sound

Of Americans,

 

Providing proof of the pudding, cavorting

Wildly,

 

With language, the idea that language is not owned, it is spoken –

 

Shoot beyond the target,

 

Make it count.

Marriage will not be left with men and women.

 

It has always cavorted with love.

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Written by
ipoet
Published
Jul 26, 2015
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#poetry#friendship#language#identity#lunch#democracy#kenya#ownership#africans
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