No plastic bags.
65 degree nights.
Mosquito net thrones for sleep.
Flickering lights in yellow street dashes.
buttery rich milk in bags.
IMF petrol too rich to taste.
50 cent joints. Leaves. Grass.
Rafiki. One week.
A rooster cries in the city sunrise..
A solo in the choir of morning song birds.
First rain brings termites with wings.
Ads with faces that look like me.
High-rise stories upon stories.