Sunday, February 12, 2012


In my dreams there are snipers on the bridges

A tall black woman blesses me

A wave approaches Cape Town
from the sea where the road runs beside the sand

I fly low over the long wall of water
my weightlessness no more than conviction
If it falters, I fall

The mountain rises in flowers before me

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