This Morning[2] Poem by Gert Strydom

This Morning[2]



This morning it’s as if the sun
are rising beyond the domes
and the mosque
bows into the air
and in the background
the Union buildings are towering out.

This morning it’s hotter
and the wind
has lost its chill.

It’s as if the happiness
of the weekend that is near,
is skin deep with the people
about me
and everyone
wants another day like this.

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Gert Strydom

Gert Strydom

Johannesburg, South Africa
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