The scorching August, Sultry September
In two types before a mid
season of imbedding sky;
where it drenches the skin
with a lustrous pebble on the rooftops
I see her first in Lagos,
not until, the nuptial night
goes into a Sunday groom;
and holds my body to a new forecast
after the ceremonies have engaged
me with a new spring to September rain
And, I see the sky, here
In Abeokuta, to have disappeared
with seven deluges in 24hrs.
then I wonder, why the chanteuse
has praised God ?
with this a forlorn of stanza
in a new year—
as the prolix sun spawns
a new weather.