There is a long dusty Kenyan road that carries me to you, Forging a likeness to the same reddened particulate on this settling Georgia trail, For isn’t it the same pain, disappointment and stress daily That matures the peach and the comparable mango? Any elder would agree Our cognate thirst for that which rejuvenates, could only but quench Leaving a residue of brightened hopes Candied as root beer and cast now as a torrent, Because we are together. Translation into...
