Head for the kingdom of poetry

Head for the kingdom of poetry

When the stars say goodbye

to the sky,

I see birds flap their wings

and fly.

Some stand by

on a telegraph pole.

My daybreak is early

when the sky seems unclear, full of fog…

I start the day with a cup of black coffee,

Two slices of bread with strawberry jam,

And an orange, acid free,

Then recite Latin American poetry.

                                     Zakariya Amataya