A chosen man’s breath
on my arm,
frogs and cicadas quiet.
- Silke Heiss, 30 January 2025
Sunshine poem
For Ed and Jacques
Little, legless braai-stand-not,
seated on broken bricks,
weighted with drizzle-infused ash,
beside a blue wheelbarrow
filling up with water,
while waiting for the sunshine
of its very own poem.
- Silke Heiss, 19 December 2024
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