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Past: Poems by Ifeoluwa Ayandele

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PAST

And so much depends
     On the broken wheel of time,
          Ticking without its second hand.

Its joy is a cluster of wild grapes
     Becoming;
          Never being,
               Harvesting into the past.

And so much depends
     On the colour of the rising sun,
          Rising into the past.

Its dream is a root of rotten rose,
     Trapped within;
          All but breaking out,
               Digging into the past.

And so much depends
     On a flying kite,
          Cutting the eye of the rainbow,
               Parting it into the past.

Its tryst is a green leaf
     Bending back;
          Breaking up,
               Painting into the past.

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GONE

I finished the steps
As a child finishes
His counts down the staircase.

I picked up stones,
Put them in my pockets
And I wondered what it is.

I ran past you,
Past your limits,
Behind the tattered flag,
Amidst the light wind
On the shoulder of the day.

And then I ran into your shadow,
Just after the flag, just then…
You were gone though,
I found you in the twilight,
Picking smooth pebbles,
But of shadows only.

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Poems: Ifeoluwa Ayandele
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Written by
Ifeoluwa Ayandele

Ifeoluwa Ayandele graduated from the University of Lagos, Nigeria. His poems have appeared in Kin Poetry Journal and Brittle paper under the name Ifeoluwa 'Dele. His poems have also appeared in "Footmarks: Poems on One Hundred Years of Nigeria’s Nationhood.”

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