Tangier
shutters are open
curtains are down
arched bodies dusting
one gram yellow,
one gram orange
sound of ezan
echoes on the walls
squat bodies ,
angled and straight
shelter under arched
shadows
naked feet,
leather sandal escape
the parquet stones
one gram yellow ,
one gram orange
My name is plaster
walls of an ancient city
like the ocean
blending into the sea.
I 'm white,
yellow' n orange,
cracked open,
n' thirsty..
SMO2012©
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