Kobus Moolman Poems

So most nights.

So every other night.

So every other night when not with.
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Broken jars of sleep.

The expensive shadow a mouth carries
between bedrooms.
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He stares at the table.

His elbows on the table.

His book on the table.
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The sheep move off.
The sky gets heavier.
The birds grow lighter.
The wind stands up and stretches.
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An aeroplane takes off
from the edge of his sleep.

His phone is off
because the battery is flat.
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Falsetto

He did not know what the sky was made of.

He did not know what fire tasted like.
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