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Moossa Casseem
Harvested newspaper pages lined
corrugated iron walls. In her backyard,
an enclosed latrine - a cavernous pit.
I held on to the door hook.
Bedsheets tented riverside bushes.
Washerwomen pounded rocks in unison.
Soapsuds clung to her legs.
I left on a plane.
We strolled riverward
on my return with wife and kids,
for old times’ sake. The children splashed
soap bubbles at her feet.
corrugated iron walls. In her backyard,
an enclosed latrine - a cavernous pit.
I held on to the door hook.
Bedsheets tented riverside bushes.
Washerwomen pounded rocks in unison.
Soapsuds clung to her legs.
I left on a plane.
We strolled riverward
on my return with wife and kids,
for old times’ sake. The children splashed
soap bubbles at her feet.
Born in Mauritius, Moossa Casseem immigrated to England in 1967, aged 18 years, when he was recruited to work in the NHS. He enjoys kite flying, gardening, walking, and trying his hand at writing poems and short stories.
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