the place where your breathequalizesserenity unchastened permeates thewalls…
As I walked inside my neighbourhood plazaand settled into my neighbourhood library,
Letters To Oludhe
“I Am Home To Those I Love,” wasn’t a poem I planned to write…
Home wrings out the fearadmonishing its safetyleaving only calm
I remember the nights I couldn’t sleepAnd all the sounds would come through…