• David Rosenheim

Tarangire Breakfast

Edge of camp

wildebeests sniff the air

zebra scan the plain

a lioness sleeps in golden grass


I move my folding chair

plant my tin cup in clean dirt

to appropriate the view


a treeful of baboons descend

to join the morning traffic

arms longer than legs

lipstick red asses pushed up in

triangular form


during the night

you rolled away from me

purring a dream of Zanzibar


velvet monkeys

shat on our tent sounding like

the start of rain



Copyright 2017, David Rosenheim




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