some plants transplant one back to other soil
as if I stood once more on a rocky outcrop
looking down on a dry, dusty veld sprinkled
with the colours of sand and rock, layers of orange-tipped
kalanchoe and bulbine abyssinica turning red
in the long drawn out dusk. But I am in a different place.
I pack a few plants in a plastic bag and amble home
with a brillantaisia bobbing among people like a purple lizard
oblivious to all.
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