Maasai Party

The boys
jump,
as close
as grass,
in unison
and in time.
The girls,
a mesh
of arms
and eyes,
watch them,
lean as trees,
as handsome
as wilderness
in this village
of bent acacia homes
and heavy
smoke.

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