Parting Shots at a Cab Station
Martins Iyoboyi
The cab to catch will soonest come
while we hold hands and talk the time awhile
in songs and sighs of lovers lured.
why must moaning move our minds
knowing that through the time
love’s luscious labor will do
to leave a long lasting locus
upon a path paved with petals?
though the times teem with tiring thoughts
this parting pact will prove
one heart to build, not to break or bend.
