5 January 2020

the jazz cricket, a poem by Rethabile Masilo

on the
way home I
noticed
a cricket
playing
in the park,
and stopped
to see how
it placed
the yellow
brass to
its lips; I
stood there
on the grass
a while,
wondering
how flowers
tint cloth,
blend scent,
scissor their
kangas to
the right size.



Pindrop Press
2012

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