By Tikum Mbah Azonga
I saw her again yesterday
It was on Planet Boston
As usual she was exuberant and radiant
One would think the sun had come down
Right down here in one swoop
Just for her like the man from the East.
Something inexplicable draws me to her daily
I hardly know what to make of the communion
Perhaps it`s just auras at a high gradient
Her charm is in itself a big crown
Just for her I`ll tie my own silver loop
So that after dinner we can start the feast.