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A Glimpse

  I take Steven,  the builder, back home,  his bicycle  on the back of the bakkie. He says  when he is working late, his sister worries. She’s concerned  that he might have been injured during the day. That he has fallen off the scaffolding. When we stop at his house,  his goats and their babies  recognize his voice. In the fading light they come to him.