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Mama Mubuyu

Mama Mubuyu

skin like smooth stone
the dull magenta of a firm ripe yam
mubuyu holds velvety fruits high
that even dried stay sweet
a treat that won’t rot
she keeps a hollow in her knee
a safe spot for sleeping birds
and the languid winter air
teases her empty crown
most of all
she stays rooted
a murmuring witness
to all deeds done and undone here
a millennia-long memory
a call to humility
impossible to ignore

One thought on “Mama Mubuyu”

  1. Mom says:

    Love the image of sleeping birds in her knee hollow.

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