kagablog

July 15, 2007

eighteen holes of dark

Filed under: paul wessels, poetry — ABRAXAS @ 12:08 pm

It never rains much in the Eastern Cape
and December is an indication of worse things to come
she wore a grey pvc rain coat with hood
tightly fastened to her body
throwing one of her grocery bags a few feet ahead of her
she kicks it further out as soon as she reaches it
white puffy face of determination and
Onlookers shout
Old lady don’t do that
my gran said she must’ve been tired

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