we passed each other
in the open veld’s anonymity
at a place with many names
or no name at all
two figures walking, each
carrying his own stuff
“Where are you from? ”
The silent question
circled us
as we unmindfully circled
a silence of common ground
two figures passing
each other by
at a distance
without a word.
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