Early one summer morning
Early one summer morning
I took a couple of student friends
along to Clifton beach.
The storm of the previous few days
had blown away
and the sky was light blue
and the sea a much darker hue.
I and my two friends
walked on the still deserted beach
and there was an old life buoy
on which we couldn’t decipher
the writing,
some half rotten timber
all evidence of that terrible storm
and one of them
picked up a new Rolex watch
with the gold shining
brighter than a wedding ring
with no indication
to whom it did belong
and that day stays with me
like a holiday on the French Riviera
or at Sandy Bay
and right around us
the most beautiful women
were bathing topless
with breasts of all shapes and sizes
catching the sun
and holiday was in the air
and we could have spent
that whole summer there.
poem by Gert Strydom
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