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by Lizo Mkhize

The men sweep the streets at midnight
One man looks up at the stars
They tell him to shut up

But the stars have no guts
They do not know of the loneliness
That comes with not finding the one
Or what it takes
To work a broom
For survival

The men sweep the streets

As she walks by
He talks to her

Her face looks as if the sun has grown tired
Of trying
And she knows it

She walks away from
A sweeping

The men sweep

They are alone