Ngwatilo Mawiyoo: Jacaranda as Love

These months the city purples with love:

delicate, blooming all around to fall

gently on the earth. These months

we marvel at the beauty of decay,

love persisting in the rains and their failure —

purpling anew to fling itself off the tree again

for glory. These months it seems

love can endure.

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