Fire
at Muizenberg
As
I walked in the evening by the river,
the
fire was climbing all over the mountain,
flames
were dancing on top of the bushes
and
smoke was rising, covering the peak.
Then
the sun, pushing through thick brown cloud,
turned
to blood and its rays
fell
onto the water
And the river was on fire
And the river was on fire
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