On A Windy Morning Poem by Tshifhiwa Given Mukwevho

On A Windy Morning



I know that as I huddle in this dingy corner
weeping over spilt honey
some gloat at me

To me life has become
scales from a dry Sahara desert
in a hurricane-fructured evening

I think of running towards the sun
and fear the heat

Grant my heart
soulful melodies
to quench the furnace on my breast

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