CAPE POET

You would think

the mountain

might extend into them

fit their system with

determination of rock

or the sea

and notorious old

Cape rollers

might add

spice to the voice, salt

up the words, impart

a drunken lilt

or rollicking rhythm

but no, if area

is their signature

then it is the Flats

the sand that does not hold

cannot stick, will

allow

neither what is alien

nor indigenous to grow

it is

all of the Mall

what is

seen

from the aeroplane

winging its way back to

Johannesburg

faster than it came.