Vilakazi,
in the riots of ’76,
Henderson,
in the shadows of ’77,
Bailey,
through the dark and bitter end:
Not sacrificing themselves
for a cause,
these ordinary men,
just rescuing
our hopes,
one act at a time.
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We know
it’s our unclaimed baggage
at the station,
more than a few lockers full.
We don’t go there,
travel light,
well enough,
without it.
But impossible journeys
plague
our dreams.
My husband,
and his extremely silly sense of humour
(But, his sense of style…)
..need I say more?
😆 😆 😆
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She,
a dark planet
stuck in the orbit of expectation
something will save her
from the debris littering the path she chose
An undesire to reflect
on why the universe
will never realise her wishes
He, a cold supernova,
burnt out,
no longer lights her way,
too busy planning his black-hole oblivion
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