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You hear them murmur
their voices so weak
You must stand completely still to even hear a peep
They sound so earnest
Concerned more like
Every once in a while
A voice rises in pitch
intense and tight
A day in a court where the lawyers and judge confer before the judge declares the accused guilty without ever asking how do you plea .
 Apr 2019 Banele Msimango
Eloisa
How lovely the days of spring—
thinking about you.
Listening to the birds sing and waiting for the day you’re here with me.
~ I truly miss you!
Some windows open
some windows shut
some windows slanting
some in the sunlight
some in the shade
standing out
against a white wall
A poem in a minute
Love and emptiness
The tragic we pursue
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