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A visit to my father, some 9 months before he died.

Loxton, Karoo

Pz-avatarby RB Campbell25 Dec 2016

A row of pines
at the end of town.

Hammering and the mutter of an air compressor
(the mechanic next door).

Beyond the trees,
phone lines follow the gravel road
vanish over the rise.

And I have to leave you,
gripping your garden gate.

The sky and flat grey plain
are too big, too quiet.

And I leave you, holding on tight,
as if you might fall
into that abyss of light.

December 2015