Sunday, August 29, 2021

Poet Sister

My sister is a poet. At least, she won prestigious prizes. She wrote one about Sunday Morning on Koeberg Road. It's a road which runs past Koeberg nuclear power station. I suggested: 

The celebration of fire!
At Koeberg the cloud arose,
A magnificent gyre!
As technicians froze.
This apparently is not very good. 

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