He lost the red heart that he caught in the wind.
The love he declared came to naught in the wind.
Lovebirds and brazen baboons and I know.
The fragrance of longing is brought in the wind.
Our greedy hags grind up their gossip and maize
to feed the cheap wisdom they caught in the wind.
Strutting young boets wait for the night’s jol.
Last night again they all fought in the wind.
Daughters braid sausage tree blooms in their hair.
One hoards a dream that she sought in the wind.
Does he wade the wide river or walk the hot sand?
My shriveled heart knows what he wrought in the wind.
Mbombela ladies in brothels and bars.
Our life is as short as a thought in the wind.
Janice D. Soderling's poetry, fiction, and translations are widely published, most recently at Wasafiri, Asses of Parnassus, Light, Modern Poetry in Translation, and three anthologies: Nasty Women, The Great Wise Ass Poetry Anthology, and The Best of Boston Literary Magazine.
She is is a previous contributor to The Ghazel Page.