He sits featherless on his stick
and his head turns
to one side and then the other
while he looks at the bright light
...
One night I see a shooting star
in the open twilight of the karoo
that draws a line of light past,
but it comes nearer
...
I have a friend that rides a Vespa
and at traffic lights
he quickly flashes past several cars.
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On a hillock outside the city
a monument build from marble and stone
guards forevermore,
catching the sun’s
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There’s a bevy of beautiful faces,
moving slender limbs
and catching music that entrances
while the lot of them dances.
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When time takes its toll
and age set in,
I will still see you
in the way that you were
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If ever there were treason
against humanity,
the slaughter of the black woman Amakeia
trying to rescue
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I mark the pace praying
send up prayers continually,
avoid food and fast,
do not even eat bread or soup
...
the male lion rushes on to it
and growling chases the females away,
as it grabs the carcass and drags it along
and the females and pubs lie docile
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Humanly we leave words on paper,
while we try to determine the language
of Him who is the core of the Bible story.
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