Lands
I’ve seen lands sunken by sun
In yellow and the pools of saltbush
Change to pavements swept in restless
And magic powders of snow
I’ve seen my body change with lands
From a free-swaying gazelle in the heat-wind
Into a suit of warmth, woven by my lover
And the drink in my hand from juice to coffee
And I’ve wondered how a tropic people
Would wake to receive a snow-covered land
Or a virgin morning’s people’s government
Unviolated by the footprints of power.
poem by Frank Bana
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