Out of Africa

He leaves his house
In a gray suit.
Every Wednesday at high noon.
He is a lonely man
Without a plan.
He needs a week
To prepare for Wednesday
He tells me.
The post office is across the street.
He has a love.
She lives in Africa.
They met five decades ago.
In Capetown.
She was only 18.
With a heart of gold,
"I should have stayed."
He shakes his head dismayed.
"But I was young, cocky and proud.
I am 78 now.
Anyway, I need a week
To prepare for Wednesday."

© Colleen Yorke. All rights reserved. 2020. 
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