Karma Wheel

The pot fills with that round and round going in circles’ song

Guava juice, freedom sluice, slush puppy, purple fruit-queen of my loot

Blue mountain trail, babalaas cheeks; sweet smile, my morning breeze

I’d like to sing for you with ease, my sound easel

 like, it’s amazing how you please my people

My nation moves through a trillion phases petals of rose phrases

Romantic creams and pink paints- red cups and pink cakes

I still need you to call me

Call me in the morning

In the afternoon

Lunchtime

Even in the evening

Karma wheel.