In The Afternoon The Light Was Blinding (Rondine) Poem by Gert Strydom

In the afternoon the light was blinding
the sun had a bright belligerence
and to it I had some indifference
as on the white beach I saw a strange thing.
I saw a girl every now and then watching,
there was no kind of interference
in the afternoon.

To a female friend she was whispering
and they both did bring some inference,
had a kind of modesty, a deference
but did I find them both very striking
in the afternoon.