Park Street Sunnyside, Pretoria (Free Verse Sonnet) Poem by Gert Strydom

(in answer to Sheila Cussons)

There is a large park outside my flat
where the palm trees are anchored or they are going to fall
as they are cellular phone towers
for all the people that do call with their cellular phones
and the neighbours beneath, above and around me
do really like to live right here,
as they are holding parties through the day and night
and dozens do ride in the lift with me.
At the front door there is an iron-gate where people do walk past
that I do draw shut to be funny when others do come to talk with me
and the people are so friendly and helpful and kind
that overnight they do strip my car down in the road
and on the street I can find almost anything:
women and drugs and even stolen cars.

[Reference: "Woonstelbewoner" (Apartment-dweller)by Sheila Cussons.]

© Gert Strydom