(1969 / Port Elizabeth)

Winter Studies in Movement

I walk in a winter midnight
and my coat catches
snow like a spray of glass slivers.
At the corner, water pipes melt
a straight line of snow under the street.
A frozen waterfall by the roadside stretches
ice into taut strings.
Our footprints traced back to the door -
movement made visible.


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