Leonardo Makuya

December Rain

The hoes have long been sharpened.
Twice the fields have been cleared.
Baskets of seeds are hanging in the village huts.
Energy has long been gathered.

On their hut doorposts they stood.
Watching the sun leaving the earth.
While nothing again, as yesterday had come.
Watching the hope of the day disappearing with the going sun.

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