Johan Fourie

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4 At Dusk, They Join The Circle

...at dusk, at times
they arrive, the wolf pack
they came in stealth, silenty and quitely. just suddenly here
...knowing their purpose and my role

......at dusk, they join the circle
of ghosts those absent and memories of the past, and me
....and we all sit and look, quitely, words not required, sensing, knowing

......at dusk in the circle, we..... the wolves, sit
eyes glowing, saliva from the run on chins, fangs shiny
...and for awhile there is silence... nothing said, thought

.....then the leader of the pack speaks using no words
you are one of ...

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Sax

…die sax in die goedversorgde kunstenaars hande blaas die blues

...die man agter die sax wys soos Salomo, en dapper soos David

....daars ’n lied op sy lippe en hartseer in sy oë, wat deur die blou sigaret rook, en pyp rook misliuer tuur

...dis moeilik altyd te sterk skemer te sien in die die donker kolle waar mense met geheime motiewe gereiflik skuil, en fluister

....aldus, as vuurhoudtjies lig en aanstekers die donker kolle soos blitse in ‚n swart kumulus onweerswolk verhelder in

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