Urban Girl

 I miss being with an urban girl

we would have made love under the Jacaranda trees in Rosebank

off road from consumerism.

 

It is neither spring nor autumn

nevertheless the flower blossom.

 

It is a rare possibility

in the middle of the buzzing activity of Jozi and Joburg

but we are angels

moving with another velocity.

 

Speed define our experience

if you move with a very much slower pace 

than everyone around you

then you become invisible.

 

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