Botsotso
(i)
My morning mind seeksAn imprint of your arms toEmbrace the cold day
(ii)
Trees at the windowSurprise the dragging afternoonWith green potential
(iii)
Through your imagined lensI catch points of stars riseIn the red, red sky
(iv)
The streaming highway lightsSwirl in dark spaces beneathThe new slice of moon
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