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Hands, Mtabila Camp, Tanzania

Jim Lommasson
Jim Lommasson / What We Carried

Belise Nishimwe: Bird Call

He taught me how to wrap my hands into one
like two seas that clash with one another
to form a cave  that delivers hymns to Turaco’s wings and spirits
who hover o’er mountains.

Blowing into those brown hands
I form hollow winds
directing incense towards
the tribe/

And in dance
the bird’s talons unfurled
relinquishing the aspirations of those gone
as brandings upon my palms.

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