ndíyílii rose to follow the sun

ndíyílii rose to follow the sun
	just south, a little west
		she peels a line across the sky
toda la naranja with just one cut

we were just two
soft k’os
		brand new
	and i prayed to Creator:

“may our love grow just like a garden.”

the good Earth is a graveyard;
	from our bodies we
		make new again the flowers