there’s a bright patch of green <br />on the Table’s lap <br />but I cannot see the sun <br />from where I sit <br />only the sun’s protruding rays <br />between the mountain peak <br />and the shoulder peak <br />on my balcony patiently watching <br />for the flying Xhosa girl <br />who lives down the road <br />to pass by, look my way, smile, <br />and wave a hand… <br />maybe this time I might convince her <br />to slow down a bit, and tell me a name…<br /><br />LLM Mbatha<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/there-s-a-bright-patch-of-green/
