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  • Outside the city
    Fires run unchecked
    Through the browning grasses of the veld
    A hazy veil of smoke
    Softens the afternoon sun
    The trees along the streets glow
    Casting off the light they caught and held

    Through the liquid light
    We walk
    familiar streets
    Hands brush
    Hips touch
    Steps twine and part
    Twine and part

    A crumpled leaf catches your eye
    With you I see the sculpted form
    Wrought in gold leaf
    The satisfying crunch of acorn tops underfoot
    Echo on the quiet Sunday street
    A last blossom in an unkempt front garden
    A wild grass’s tassle top
    You whisper
    Eyes bright
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