The rain belts
Me across the back
Leaving stripes
Of wet dunes
On fresh back-sore
Robbed of infections
By zionly immunities
Whose abiding presence
Cascades shadows
Leaving us lighter
Than when we first began
A step ahead
In lighted directions
Of acada foliage in
Whose undergrowth
We soon find
A forest virgin greenness

BY OHWOJEVWE ESE GANIYU