A lady is at the intersection in a bobbly hat and slippers,
Begging under the hot sun.
She stretches out her hand:
Money for food,
Money for my children.
Her brown eyes are listless,
And her face is as wrinkled as an apple.
- Johannesburg, November 1992
Wednesday, April 22, 2009
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