September 15th, 2025
by Kevin Scheepers
Senescent leaves
canvassing the landscape,
setting suns sitting in potholes
like the burnt sands of infinite deserts.
A snarling Siyaya
desperately needing a service
and paint job bruising
through Saturday morning traffic –
migration routes successfully negotiated.
Stubborn pedestrians marching
in thick jackets, blankets, and scarves,
carrying gloves, Sunday's burdens and assorted plastics.
Trading glares and vulgar hand signals between yield signs –
burning rage the lifespan of apoplectic matchsticks.
Exhaust fumes a smoking gun,
a lit cigarette for each lung.
'Tis the season for stealing yellows and reds –
the season for squealing tyres and sirens,
silenced by the winter solstice.
About the Poet
Kevin Scheepers resides in Pretoria, Gauteng, South Africa.
Read the poet's biography and Wax Poetry and Art publications
on Kevin Scheepers's Artist Page.
This poem is also featured in Comet #6,
published in the Wax Poetry and Art Library.
Previously published in South Africa Poetry Magazine:
While I Wait for Spring
by Nicole Chingosha
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