A Morning like Grey
Harmattan in Ilorin
It is the first flip of the day
and the fog sit, back against the
flecks of the sun, a recursive
wind motored cold
drives the air, new day
into sudden March, and
they paint heaven grey, grey
like this grey plaster
that wears my lips, I walk
like haze (remembering separately
London and the snow covered roads)
to rears running backwards
forward into dust storms.
It was the grey smoke
of the day that shame pergola
and the greens race to
sleep with dirt
where yellow flu heralds
brown death.
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Wale Owoade is a Nigerian poet and editor. His works have been published in the Anthology of World Contemporary Poets with other publications in the U.S, South Africa and his home country. He is the founder and managing editor of Artbeat Afrika. He is finishing up a double major in History and International studies at the University of Ilorin, Nigeria. 