What windows at first sight
Are aesthetic to the opposite
Yet adversaries on site
Hellos and goodbyes renounced
Each to the other bemused
Calamity draws each farther
As soft as a bird’s, feather
“See you tomorrow!”
Benighted the windows glow
Each to the other so
Parted by the black river
And in silence asleep ever
Nocturnal stars smiling to each
Moved by barrels never an inch
Good-morrow ancient sun
Curtains drawn by the son
Windows opened by the daughter
Coeval friends ready to slaughter
Gates clutter aberrations
Each to the other’s renunciations
The windows acknowledge
How each shall age
Bare witness to itinerants
Of each to the other’s itineraries
Jubilee moments memorized
However in secret glamorized
The windows at first sight
Shall gaze as falsely as an aesthete
With a burning sorrow on site
Window to window adverse
How its occupants never affirmed
By Linda Sakazi Thwala
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