Muizenberg Poem by Gillian Commerford

Muizenberg



There's a place
where the wind blows so hard
it blows the snot from your nose
and the trees grow crooked
like cowards
cowering

I like it there
because the beach is long and white
[and multiracial]
and the roar of the sea
sounds like home.

Sunday, August 31, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: home
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