Leone Takudzwa Maera

October 14,2002 -Harare
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our meeting place

it has always been under that tree
where we would stand until three
being ourselves and being free
that was only that one time
away from a pound like a dime
tasteless like a lime.
the road too was our meeting place
rarely saw each other like a lace
from a fabric from the palace

now you far like the stars
traveling down the stairs
how I wish we could sit on chairs.
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