Wessel Wessels

K park

One side of the house your room where we
used to sit was always colder
everything round there died in winter
Boeings cut corners in the pale sky
above us and the smoky stacks of
misty factories on the fringe
of that gray suburb where we grew up
I admit that I loved you then
and left to leave not just you,
but the cold and sad backyards and
everything else I admit I found a better
place the violent beauty of a new life with
someone in a town of Two Summers
but sometimes late when I step outside
the momentary smell of a bushfire
somewhere unlock the memory those cold and
ugly charred coal nights where maybe you
still live I think I would sacrifice
everything for you and me and one vaguely
beautiful highveld winter again

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