Tuesday - Rob Taylor

How the days go quickly if we let them:
children hissing on market streets,
‘PK two-thousand! PK two-thousand!’

We squeeze past them,
flag down trotros.

They watch us through the plexiglass
as we pull away, though they mostly see
their own reflections,
‘PK two-thousand!’

Their mouths curving to form each syllable,
then an empty space –


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