A Scene I Seen By Th’River
The sunfire breaks the emptied cloud to strike upon the waters.
The sunfire breaks the emptied cloud to strike upon the waters.
The dog’s bark ricochets in waves that break ‘gainst seagull’s calling.
The road runs riv’ring currents, coursing crashless swirls of traffic.
In age-long decades past rises the gilt Zimbabwe sun, the gutt’ral summons resonating – roaring – deep.