How To Walk Amongst Folk; Intentional Inexistence Poem by Arsene Hodali

How To Walk Amongst Folk; Intentional Inexistence



An angel trips and falls
Face first
Into the mud
“Clumsy me! ”
Rises (but not so high)
And lets the mud harden

And let’s
The mud
Harden

Across the room, god
Notices
Lore
Intentionality
Love (not praise)
That heads have stopped turning
And exclaims
“Why didn’t i think of that”

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Arsene Hodali

Arsene Hodali

Kigali, Rwanda
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