By Tatamkhulu Afrika First Published in 1998 Small round hard stones click
under my heels,
seeding grasses thrust
bearded seeds
into trouser cuffs, cans,
trodden on, crunch
in tall, purple-flowering,
amiable weeds. District Six.
No board says it is:
but my feet know,
and my hands,
and the skin about my bones,
and the soft…