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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