Written June 2016
Sundown behind glass towers
The old prison overlooks
Revellers contemplate pleasure
Against the fading of the past
Fires on the ramparts
Telkom blue
Transnet red and green
Ponte unseen
White light of mosque
Bruising sky
Chiselled on change
This city, my city
Pulsing, fluxing, revolting, becoming
An addiction, a habit, a comfort
A home
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