By Kwame Dawes
For Kofi Awoonor
For Kofi Awoonor
Do not dress me yet
lift me not
onto that mound before the mourners.
I have still to meet the morning dew
a poem to write
a field to hoe
a lover to touch
and some consoling to do
before you lay me out.
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