SOME DAYS (to Akawu) by Niyi Osundare

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Some days know

the secret leaning of the heart

their auricles are acres of clay

watered by the kindest dew

their music the beat of every pulse

smiles grow in the garden of their lips

there is grace in their greeting

bliss in their blessing

a merciful moon sits

in the center of their night

their hours ripen

in the shadows of a generous sun

when they pass

houses throw open their doors

flowers drape them

in their rarest fragrance

for them tenderness is no treason

compassion is no constraint

some days

are not allergic to softness

some days

are not afraid of being human