At the Drop of a Toll

by Lawale Yusuf, 2008

Darl, afore in me now
Sleek, slim and sassy
Whose strength lied
In sanctity of her steps
If my pocket came heavy
She would open arms
If it did light
On her chest her arms would fold
Morning dawned, night closed
Here was another
Angel I termed her
Back of her yard greatest weapon
Strength lied in her seeled thing
She would not let go a dime
For a hand lent her by me
A flint of gratitude, utopia
Her eyes often popped out
At the drop of toll
Are we safe
Where toll siamese with them?