WHISPERING PALMS

 

Akeem Lasisi

 

If you miss the poet this weekend

Do not carry placards

The muse has gone for renewal at the Whispering Palms.

There you catch red-handed

 

The mighty and the low in search of peace

Those who value the potency of unpolluted breeze

Escape into tender arms of the gossiping palms.

Then, hold me,  Badagry, hold me

 

Hold me temptingly tight

Or else I share my love with the Kuramo  Beach,

Hold me dearly like the first and final love

Lest La Campaigne snatches my heart with its whistling charm.

 

(From Phenomenal Lagos: 50 Monuments from Centre of Excellence, by Akeem Lasisi and Kabir Alabi)

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