a border fence in the rain of the Easter Cape
an empty room on the farm
a shadow
is where I see you
'
a dune we once jumped over
a bag of plastic animals
becoming
games
is where you are
there are no more of our games
there are chess games
with changed rules
and sold for gold
and blurred eyes, clenched hearts
for the hands held in pained power
ears to the ground
waiting, listening for you
but the steps are too strange.
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