Hit and Run
Beside the dried blood on the road,
a beautiful wreath of flowers glistens in the sun.
How many times he sat there.
Every time I walked by his house
I got the feeling the old man never left his chair.
It’s such a shame the driver sped away.
They swear those who witnessed it.
A morning light on new leaves.
The old man’s face shined till the end.
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A Morning in Town
“Two vasara vabereki!” touts
shout loudly near the bus terminus.
Along the street, a morning wind of emotions blows softly;
There’s a rustle of urgency among the walking crowd.
Vendors dotted on the pavement.
Streams of litter meandering by the roadside.
A council official rushes past a herd of cattle.
“Hokoyo nekanzuru!” a voice echoes across the street.
A sound of hurrying feet.
Engines suddenly roaring to life.
The smell of tires and diesel fills the air.
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Poems (c) Talent Madhuku
Image: Semja Pixabay remixed