Eternity surrounds the ancestral porch
where he sat chewing memories
framed and existing with strict eyes
only moving with the rays of the sun,
a khaki lizard with pipe tobacco
fingering nostril sniff, mint eyes staring
into the mirage
“50 years I fought this ridgeback dog of a soil”
cutting through his back, grinding his spine of boulders
a cart load of grain came past us
the donkey moaned - he said
“toil is in our blood”
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