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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.....Poetry

I know not from where the poetry in me came
It come not from the streets
.....or the buildings, or the people I know, or books I read.
...it found me that year..1994
It...was like the hunger in my belly
...like a hunger I felt it there, in the belly first

It was exasperated and lost, there in the beginning
...for as it found me it was rejoicing, uplifting, exited

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