Land Poem by Frank Meintjies

Land



A surface of quotidian streets
and slow steps
the time, with few seekers
too many defenders
the old truths and shibboleths
boarded up

A land that comes through broken glass
will be

one that breathes

Sunday, August 12, 2018
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Frank Meintjies

Frank Meintjies

Rietvlei, South Africa
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