Poems Rethabile Likes

Another World by Rethabile Masilo | Poems Rethabile Likes Another World by Rethabile Masilo Distance is pleasure to feet. I walk up and down these streets so long that snow touches my face with its fingers, as if the street was a form of penitence and night its shadow; the people I pass cast theirs across my monumental shape like they know I left in the basement where this all began your letters on a shelf, with the faces of their stamps shocked at the speed at which the years move on. And this was at the time our road was plain, and we lived love and found distractions everywhere, like the day we did it in the Y of a tree and you plucked a plum and ate...