BudaBy Mignotte Mekuria
Inside
I KNOW you are there by the shimmer-shift of the whispering winds, by the prickle of sensation dancing down my spine. I know if I look out into the darkness, you will be there, your shadow smeared by the dappled moonlight and swallowed up by the towering limbs of an avocado tree.
You come with the twilight, creeping over shattered stone and crushed grass, trailing dying threads of daylight in your wake. You silence the chatter of unseen creatures with the ominous tap/drag of your heavy wooden cane and press closed the yawning petals of night blossoms with the fall and glide of your velvet mantle. I gaze out into the darkness, into you, with my cheek pressed to the cool umber wall of my home. Your kaba flutters scarlet, a raw wound torn into night’s jet fle
