Black Calla Lilies On My Grave
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We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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Salem, this is magnificent, one of your best. You must submit this to somewhere where a lot of people can read it - maybe a Nairobi newspaper? It is so wonderful, so full of heart. And lovely to hear it read by you too. Who is that adorable puppy you are holding? Is he yours? SO sweet! I loved hearing this poem this morning. It is a blessing.
Thanks Koko. I will try submitting it to the newspapers here. The bottomline is that I also love it. That is Sword, the late Sword. But he still lives on. He lives amongst us.
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