Byline: Pulane Mpotokwane Mpotokwane

“fill all fruit with ripeness to the core”

A Poem.

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Bert’s Brother

…

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The Wind on Ganja Bridge

A Poem.

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From the Land of Bob

A Poem.

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Untitled

As soon as the words strolled
Across the doctor’s lips,
She realized the cold waste –

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Two Hundred and Six Bones

When Nelson dies,
All two hundred and six
Of my broken bones
Will ache for you.

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A Note To Mr. Python

I call you my friend, Mr. Python.

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His Ink and Pad’s Quiet Might.

Always a little better than he pretends
And a little worse than he wishes, my friend,
Saying words that should be written down,
Displaying a smile that is often a frown.

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