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TRAVEL MATE
Together we walk to the station down the cobblestone street. You depart earlier. I come along to greet my travel mate.
Playfully I know better:
“You should get a Samsonite. A robber’s blade
cuts through this bag.”
In confident
eloquent Afrikaans
in pace with our banter the last three weeks
your index fingers
circle in low country light: “I draw a ring of fire round my case.”