Nightist | Joel Ikechukwu | Poetry
Dust rose and fell back along the path— a slow red tide forgetting how to hurry. Obi and Joel walked inside it, bare feet printing cooling earth, the day’s last heat still rising through their soles. Sky loosened its grip. Sun slipped behind the mango ridge, without ceremony— leaving a scar of dawn that […]
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Dust rose and fell back along the path— a slow red tide forgetting how to hurry. Obi and Joel walked inside it, bare feet printing cooling earth, the day’s last heat still rising through their soles. Sky loosened its grip. Sun slipped behind the mango ridge, without ceremony— leaving a scar of dawn that […]
