Much later,
Partner was drowsy

Yet once more
We bit peach,
Drank fountains

I heard tattoo drums roll
For each of us they rolled.

Lakes, clouds, trees,
I heard some nocturnal bird howl
Not for us the melancholic cry!

Merrily, merrily we sang.

- Adeshina Olusanya
Adesina Olusanya
from: NEW POEMS