I open your book in the rain
I wonder if your poem
still a poem
or just wet.
I ask my Cameroonian friend
to wear a mask.
I ask my spanish friend
to be Don Quixote de la Mancha
if not Sancho Panza.
He did not feel to the occasion.
So I go back
to page you
in the rain.
Rain or shine,we do not wait .
Be a poet.
Know poetry.
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