Ayoola Goodyness Olanrewaju writes

friends

if life laughs in rocky rhythms 
and the heat
is the younger brother of fire...

if there
is the similitude of hell
and all you can read is the frown tucked into
dried clouds...

if here
the white eagles in the van of life
are septic pits
where fallen angels dump their remnants...

if in the cold there is heat
if in the heat there is cold...

do not be troubled
there will always be friends
who make me your gold.
























Adoration of the Magi [detail] -- Domenico Morone