This Woman
This woman loves a married man
So she sings the jazzy blues,
Hoping to be carried into
Distant space where she
Never heard of heartache.
This woman sips her wine
As she wades in the rivers,
Searching for poor autumn leaves
To ask if she too can drown
And become dust to earth.
Copyright © Kudzai Mhangwa | Year Posted 2022
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