Magdalawit Makonnen


Little by little escape
to the Eucalyptus trees of your childhood,
to Aba Koran.

True before its name,
sung already,
light portal, wineskin—

Yes, I know you’re here and see that I look,
or move into the young mouth of the veins—
whetting them.

© Magdalawit Makonnen

Born in Ethopia, Magdalawit writes and lives in Los Angeles.