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Togara Muzanenhamo
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Perhaps the road did end up somewhere. I see it now, in the grainyphotograph she took, bending away on the southern coast of Sweden;
telephone posts linked with slack wire disappearing into the countryside
where the road turns to tufted dunes.
I hear her saying — This road leads home, commenting on shadow and
shadow turning into each other. I see her running carefree along a wild
stretch of sand, her body in full stride, the wind forcing back her hair – her
mouth caught shouting something to the camera.
Now another road leads and bends into evening. It is autumn, we decide to
take a walk. I turn to you, lost in thought – she’s not here, but you are –
running in full stride, the motion streaming back your hair. I forget then start
to chase you. Your laughter, our full-on laughter.
© 2006, Togara Muzanenhamo
From: Spirit Brides
Publisher: Carcanet Press Ltd., Manchester
From: Spirit Brides
Publisher: Carcanet Press Ltd., Manchester
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ROADS
Perhaps the road did end up somewhere. I see it now, in the grainyphotograph she took, bending away on the southern coast of Sweden;
telephone posts linked with slack wire disappearing into the countryside
where the road turns to tufted dunes.
I hear her saying — This road leads home, commenting on shadow and
shadow turning into each other. I see her running carefree along a wild
stretch of sand, her body in full stride, the wind forcing back her hair – her
mouth caught shouting something to the camera.
Now another road leads and bends into evening. It is autumn, we decide to
take a walk. I turn to you, lost in thought – she’s not here, but you are –
running in full stride, the motion streaming back your hair. I forget then start
to chase you. Your laughter, our full-on laughter.
From: Spirit Brides
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