A Hand Of Sands Poem by Paul Mwenelupembe

The fall, along evident edge of cold hands
Welcomed a hidden laugh in a dark world
From the sun movement, a glow in the red land
In between a swift flow got rooted in
As a white shirt drove by way
To a stooped arrest and picked up the flower
By its bee inside the beehive

In such narrow strip of land
Narrow piece was of busy bees
A hand of sands dangled to the flower
A hand of sands, look a hand of sands
Caught a fall into the pothole
And draw the unneutered sands

Glad of the lift, double tallest sleeve
Pushed a swerve from a sea of busy bees
A hand of sand, please o’ a hand of sands
And off the insect rubbed the wolves
And took the offer of a car seat

Did you fall, yes down like a waterfall
With that stand out full view stature
In the flowers’ bowl the walk dissolved
You only you can tell
As the flyer pulled over
And off loaded the footing bee