August Break

the warring forces calls a truce
the curfew is lifted
we leave our roomlets
to scavenge the battered land
while the generous sun shows up
with balm in its stroes
for our sour bones

once again skimpy briefs
tan damp breasts and tighs
and once again daring heads
feed starving eyes

Franklin Shadrach Uchenna

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