The Calabash Tree

Calabash Tree

Where is the calabash

That pours cold water

Over head and shoulders

Murmuring ancient prayers

To appease my unrest

I remember standing

Face to face one day

With a green calabash tree

In the outback of West Africa

Everything was strange

Poor beyond measure

But the missing link, to me

In my search for dignity

Was that lush big breasted tree


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