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Alexander May Poem
In dusty Karoo towns
Sunday afternoons are
sentences of solitary confinement
Deserted streets
closed doors and windows
No sign of life
One wonders if the rapture
has taken place
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Late afternoon the Karoo-sun battles
with trees and leaves
to be noticed
The shadows dance and play
on the ground
like children
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The purple and grey clouds
come like giant airships
baptizing the veld with millions of drops
falling gently like feathers
The plants dance merrily
earth sings a serenade of thanks
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Alexander May Poem
Along the centuries-old Drostdy walls
and sidewalks lined with cypresses
Scents of late orange blossoms
envelops you
Conjuring up foggy memories
The street burning your bare feet:
An initiating walk-on-fire
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The white tower reaches for the heavens
a lighthouse in a motionless sea of grey
Beckoning the road-weary traveller
like a palm tree at a desert oasis
While an ominous fence of black spears
keeps the unwanted at bay
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Dusty streets lined with trees
and dry water channels
petrified veins in the scorching sun
The large stately homes
hinting at a more favourable era
Shells of buildings filled with
memories of farmers’ markets
and ghosts of Jewish pedlars
Monuments of rubble and decay
to drunken street kids
and tumbleweeds.
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