meeting a foreign woman | poem

poetry

years ago, we walked the streets of Morningside

touched spring leaves that hung over sandstone

that concealed an affluence we appreciated

for a sense of dignity.  

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green the colour of avocados blanketed big houses

we admired from afar for the first time

in one another’s presence.

silently I considered how it would feel

to go inside.

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stood beneath branches, ti…