Green Peppers

A Poem By Mbali Tshabalala


Elephant ears, Golden dewdrops
Spanish daggers and Hawaiian Elves.
Leaning concrete walls.
Felled back by the Divorcee
from Ndaleni. 

The sun spread thin, 
the last of the Orange Marmalade.

All of her knows the shade.

Like the Laughing doves or Southern Masked Weavers 
winding power lines, 
her hands 
have become
These Hands
planting:
spinach, lettuce,
marigolds and green peppers.