Today the eastern horizon is yellow gold

Today the eastern horizon is yellow gold
and buildings are framed
like pieces of a puzzle
against the sky
in the way that they fit into Pretoria.

a Few doves pass above
and it looks as if the Jacaranda’s
are already getting life
, and I see the first green leaves appear,
but some are still stripped
like skeletons against the air.

There’s a white taxi
that drives reckless
and cuts in in front of us,
to stop a hundred meters further
in the middle of the road
to pick up someone.

The sun becomes a white-hot ball
and to bright to look at
while it climbs higher in the air
and the morning gets direction.

poem by Gert Strydom
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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