Transitions: A Hobo's View
They once stood naked,
Embarrassed to swing,
Cellulites, whispered their ages; except
Scaled ones like snakes,
Shiny films, peel like plastic.
The hobo perches there engrossed.
Transitions impel him to freeze the beauty.
His dirty mind undresses them all,
He sees them all naked, his indulgence.
Captures; seasons, changes, the nascent.
Bulbs crack the earth, buds split into,
Cups, bells, trumpets; the fragrances.
Irritated; skin, the nostrils,
Irate eyes, bloodshot.
Warmth, laughter, surprises.
Today the parade; an assortment
Tinges; mauve, magentas, iodine, neon,
Yellow, white, purple, bluish.
That profusion, strokes his imagination.
The orgasm he lends his pen; shapes and shades,
Frantic, he captures transitions.
Sneezing, scratching, rubbing the red eyes.
poem by nkosana Mpofu
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