Fugitive

Johannesburg’s pavement menageries
Glistening beaded impala, horns attentive, flanks white. The warthogs, sweetly ugly, tail erect. A savannah on your corner.

Oh, but behold
A sun-roasted Pegasus, a shimmering unicorn,
A spine-arched dragon.

Wait a sec. How does a refugee curb-artist in a dank room
Nimble black fingers conjuring a hot continent
from wire-and-bead skeleton,
know the Pegasus myth?

How far in time and space do mythologies move?

This urban southern Pegasus has one hoof up
Poised for gallop or is it for flight?

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Karen Lazar
Lecturer in English Education
Age 52
Johannesburg, South Africa

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