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A DAY AT THE BADAGRI BRINK: Stanley Princewill McDaniels

I sat at the brink of an ancient father
to watch blind water sojourn in his vein.

Adult hedges defect from their homes
to wander with other wayward greens

on the fishery abode that pulsates the river.
Like legions of Roman ships led by Octavian,

they maim the countless hapless breaths in
the river and their cry is drowned

in our sighted blindness,
hence, we

on-look!

A DAY AT THE BADAGRI BRINK Stanley Princewill McDaniels

Author: Stanley Egeonu

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