Deja Vu Poem by Olutayo K Osunsan

Deja Vu



Shy like snowflakes, you burn patterns into my head
And all I can do is see them in everything that is transient.

The lady walking by in the paper-bag suit under the
palm of a damp umbrella shedding a fat droplet onto the pavement.

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