Rounded homes made by agile hands
where the land is free – no fences.

Children carrying toddlers as their 
own, dozens run to see the unfamiliar.

Need and abundance are the same, 
kingdom of red, yellow, and dun.

Tongues prizing white cassava,
faces of cherubs full of surprise – raw.

Strong brave eyes taken by 
visions, by malaria fever, but I 

Am only one, the promise of a kiss.