Response to Wislawa Szymborska’s “Receiver”

Semi Afternoon

I dream in the intimate semi dark of an afternoon
It is a lumber dream
The stupor of pounded yam
I am at the burial of the People lined up
To wish me farewell
I see them all
Feeling sad , empty
I walk away
To another dream
And it is my birthday
And it looks like my naming
Mum is happy
Showing me off to the pastor
I dream again
The sun kissing the money
It is my wedding reception

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