LANDLORD’S ATTORNEY by Yugo Gabriel Egboluche

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Rarely he comes, but once in a year,
with sun-baked smiles for yes men

wrists cupped by the burdens
of holding unto grudges on file,

he is not like rain, certainly
not harmattan or heat wave

yet he snootily finds his way in,
kissing doors and melting locks

he’ll ask for my name, like
I’ll ask for his, to forget again.

I won’t call him Valentine,
for he bears no tint of love

no rose in return for harvest,
only sketches on dotted paper,

then he is gone, gone like mist,
never to heed an earnest call

or come heal a garden’s patch,
a rupture on plumbing conduits

till harvest’s morn, when the
seasons bid him come again!

About Post Author

Yugo Gabriel Egboluche

Yugo Gabriel Egboluche is a graduate of the University of Nigeria, Nsukka. He lives and writes from Nigeria, where he works as a Development Practitioner with a flair for extensive writing that covers poetry, fiction, script and copy-writing. His works have been published in chapbooks and webzines including The Kalahari Review, Praxis Magazine Online, while his short stories have been published in an Experimental Writing, African Vs Latin America anthology, blogs and translated into film. He has also edited and co-authored numerous community development texts and guidebooks.