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Xhosa women in clothes too light

For the weather have brought wild flowers

And sit sloped along the Claremont road.

I see her through rolled windows,

Watch her watch me to decide if I’ll pay.

It’s South Africa, after all, after apartheid;

But we’re still idling here, my car to her curb,

My automatic locks to her inadequate wage.

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