At The Marsh 3 Poem by Gert Strydom
At The Marsh 3
(for Annelize)
In my mind's-eye you were with me
in the late afternoon at the marsh full of reeds,
black widow-birds wavered in the air
as if a person could catch those long-tail birds
and yellow weavers in swarms flew past,
with you I wanted to find these wonders
while the rushes rustled in the evening breeze,
notice you big-eyed for moments,
in the late afternoon at the marsh full of reeds.
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