| He looked at her watch He looked at her watch And saw time grow It grew out of her watch It grew out of her Woman grew out of watch Out of the engine room Onto canvas, fluidity Of light and dark rainy Brush of April, bush And the red lips, fool's dream Her shameless unearthliness Tomorrow-eyes. I want. Is that what she says? Roots removed, Egypt, Today’s newspaper falling Flakes on his stomach Like flakes as she eats Published in South Africa by Fidelities. |
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