She

She
was just sitting
there
doing
crosswords
on her phone
waiting for
the assistant
to upgrade
her phone
I saw
her blue bra
cupping her curves
her oblivious
to the stir
in the waiting line

She

I can see
the glow
of her
cigarette

her space
is dark

I see another
small glow
incence?

smells
like rosemarie
in the snow

I wonder
who she
is blessing
today

I wish
it was me

She

Is just siting there

Swaying

In her deck chair

Only her slim ankles

visible

Through

the winter attire

and I wonder

what she is thinking

I wonder

If he is worth

her thoughts

‘n verrassing in Calvinia

in ‘n towerkamer

in Calvinia

het ek

‘n boek

ontdek

die gasvrou

Sonja

het in kleur

en geur

soos haar

gastehuis

verduidelik

die storie

is losweg

gebaseer

op die lewe

van Voog Theron

geskrywe

deur sy dogter

twee hoofstukke

later

los ek

die boek

op my feetjiebed

en pak die pad aan

na Bloemfontein

6 dae later

in Pretoria

betaal ek

vir die boek

dis nie ‘n boek

vir vinnig lees nie

dis ‘n boek

om te waardeer

‘n skrywer

wat met woorde

toor

en jou

in die bladsye

verloor

voorwaar

dis een van die beste boeke

wat ek in Afrikaans

gelees het

She,

is sitting

there

Smoke

whisping

angrily

through

the air

her cigarette

puffing

away

in an opium

sway

I

can smell

from

my balcony

her hair

a frizzy

rain induced

affair

and I

wonder

which

blunder

she’s

regretting

now?

I lower

the binoculars