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Johannesburg, 1955



Not African, this heat to us, just

something that we fled.

Any pool would do: strangers’,

owners overseas. We swarmed

in barefoot solidarity. Sothos

kept paths spotless, rockeries

in flower, water filtered,

while we swam from house


to house. We started at the spark

of day and ended

with the sunset of our birthright,

the bloody red of it, the grass in flames.


 

Eric Braude is a computer science professor who began writing poetry in earnest fifteen years ago. He grew up in South Africa. He wrote the frontmatter poem for a collection, Songs from the Castle's Remains, won a newspaper competition in the New England Merrimack region, and has published several poems in Poetica.

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