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Hues of modesty and fatigue (Photo: Faye Sarras)

Blue is my summer
In every way but sad
You held my hand hesitantly
Hues of modesty and fatigue
In distant gardens overcome
Corrections in the route made
Too hot for runners young
Our thoughts merged in the shade.

Dr T.P. Wilkinson writes, teaches History and English, directs theatre and coaches cricket between the cradles of Heine and Saramago. He is also the author of Church Clothes, Land, Mission and the End of Apartheid in South Africa. Read other articles by T.P..