Banished Poem by Gert Strydom

Banished



Early morning there’s again
rain pouring down swishing
as if we are in the middle
of a wet season
and the small dog
knocks with her front feet
on the window
to come in
and my heart breaks
since just like me
she is banished.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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