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I'm Here
May 5, 2026
Never a time goes by that drinking
from your fountain isn’t refreshing.
For I had thought we’d die of thirst,
seeing the water drip, not flow.
But a little drip, a little drop,
We danced to it—we made it a song,
A brief greeting stretched all night long,
And I saw a new face of love.
Editor: Kolby Russell
About the Poet
An engineer from Nigeria who has discovered that ink and pen move more than steel and turbines.
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October 14, 2026
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