Poetry by Thomas Rogers Muyunga Mukasa

Alien

I shall walk with you;

only as far as I can,

where you cease to know,

It is a mosaic of newness,

we both are tap dancing,

what may dazzle you;

I may find insipid and blase,

forgive me;

I may laugh less,

at some or most of your jokes,

I hope to do likewise,

for when my turn comes,

yes! That is the train,

no! That is a fire truck,

their sharp shrill sounds,

won them "birds of the city,"

the street is one layer,

downtown is another,

one day all will be second nature,

password for this card,

and one for your phone.

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