Graffiti

Let’s draw
our memories: a mural
-one flaw-
until we turn this city rural.

Let’s speak
confidently in silence
-a, sneak peek-
and we’ll be here in our absence.

Let’s paint
tomorrow with brushes of today
-no constraint-
to how far we can stray, say and stay.

Let’s start
to tell stories if there is any
-more art-
but the time to live is not many.

Tomide Abdul