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our grasses aren’t green,
the kind of love that grow here
need not lay on them
our love is upright,
we love on our toes
under shades of bearded trees
our oaths are etched on trees,
which do more than bear our names
like signatures dotted on papyrus
our love is for the evenings
when cheerleaders go to roost
and we have only, but ourselves!
About Post Author
Yugo Gabriel Egboluche
Yugo Gabriel Egboluche is a graduate of the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. He lives and writes from Nigeria, where he works as a Development Practitioner with a flair for extensive writing that covers poetry, fiction, script and copy-writing. His works have been published in chapbooks and webzines including The Kalahari Review, Praxis Magazine Online, while his short stories have been published in an Experimental Writing, African Vs Latin America anthology, blogs and translated into film. He has also edited and co-authored numerous community development texts and guidebooks.