Consuelo Roland

Polka Dot Bikini

Yonks ago,
on a beach in the land of sugar cane,
a girl
wore a purple
polka dot bikini
and eyed the sea
like a matador might eye a bull.

Yonks ago,
on a beach in the land of sangomas,
a girl
ran to the ocean’s edge,
long hair burning,
blowing windward and wayward
in the pure blue sunshine.

Yonks ago,
on a beach in the land of ijuba beer,
a girl
dived under,
the boys dived deeper,
under the biggest waves
never taking their eyes off her.

Yonks ago,
on a beach in Zululand,
a girl in a polka dot bikini
walked by,
wringing water from red hair,
the air around her aflame
with something I wanted.

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