Cape Winters

Capetonian winters are orange at night.

When I wake up in the middle

Of an unsettling dream.

Capetonian winters seem orange at night.

For weeks now I counted the stars

From my bed’s safest spot.

 

The wind is disguised as thunder these days

And it’s the city lights, I think,

All mingling with the mist,

Which make Capetonian winters look orange

At night, when I make space for you,

In my bed’s safest spot.

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