Bloemfontein

It is said
nothing goes unseen
in the central city.

a city once scorched
still sours sweet songs
fills lost hours.

nothing goes unheard
in the central city
orange and free

a place of deep hearts
humbled words
spirited minds

the city captivates as it captures

it is honest

Supreme matters conclude,
and begin behind the walls
of the central city.

In the central library
a million hands touch pieces
of a sustained puzzle.

64 squares have arrived
armies from every province
have set up camp.

tents, clocks, and a million hands
hold life in condensed matches
in solid buildings
with outside green lawns.

eyes fix to the prize
to fly across the dry sand
on a flag.

the central voice speaks to all

through rickety tones
of listening phones
and strong pulses
of a passionate red.

We play our moves today
in the central place
where we have made
beginning and ends
findings and bends.