Bends And Ends Poem by Alexander Keli Mutua

Treading the depth of the soul the dawn that brought forth the journey. Packing heat within the heater of breakfast. The attach and touch of hands that deduce the latter take and partake. Within the streets of blues and ensues with a pursue of words that might reignite the endless await and wait with bated eyes. Shoe laces that beat the rhythm of begin that gain the enter into the settle and resettle of noon.