Masai Girl

 

Smooth shaven head,

the less adorned

save to enhance her slender form,

this maiden lithe and strong.

 

Carrying her weight in wood

her feet unshod, she stopped

bent from the load upon her back

to let us cross the road.

 

And smiled, a tender smile so shy

that lit her liquid amber eyes,

and waited there, so patiently,

for us to pass her by.

 

No priceless gem or ornament

could so enhance a lovely face,

save for the brightly beaded rings

around her neck she wore.

 

So slight a maid

to carry such a heavy load

and as we drove the rutted road

I turned, to see her wave goodbye –

a lonesome girl against a brooding sky.

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