For Sale by Susan Rich
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 Iâ€™ll pay.
Itâ€™s South Africa, after all, after apartheid;
but weâ€™re still idling here, my car to her curb,
my automatic locks to her inadequate wage.