Constantia Heights with her green belt
Sparkling pearls and quiet comfort — towers
Fynbos dunes lost in pallid plains and flats
The restless Cape Doctor ruffles my hair
Shakes people and tickles old oaks — scatters
Relics and phantoms into the pale sky
Ants wrestle desperately in the long grass
I wrestle black ink on white paper
We wrestle institutions of the past
Hottentots Hollands mountains sits quieted
Observant, dark, grey and distant — ponders
The ocean’s weight / The swoop of a swallow
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