at four, i walked this way, along these lines
up the hill towards the pond,
the one that is so still that the arch of
the bridge mirrors in the water
the world is two, the clouds
drift across the pond.
we talk about African history today,
about Cheikh Anta Diop, the man
who discovered the truth about Egypt,
that the mummies are black.
at four-thirty, the lines have moved
and the squares no longer are aligned
with the lines,
time passes by,
we keep on learning.
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