About the poet
Makhosazana (Khosi) Xaba’s poetry, fiction and academic work reflects a lifetime actively...
This is the summer of things we can touch.
Snaking queues that lead from farther than eyes can see
to terminate at a ballot box, is summer.
It is a summer of black children in busses and combis,
and on avenues, paths, roads and streets,
numerous like ants, going to school.
A summer of colourful houses along major highways
and a summer of women in high places, making meaning.
It is a summer of songs composed in blood,
tuned with guns and arranged in conversations.
It is a summer of songs I sing in swelling volumes.
This, is the summer of things we can touch.
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