Between Village And City Poem by Fuad Rifka

Between Village And City



Long ago
there was travel.
Provisions for the road were the rooster's crow
The birds of the twilight haze
The walking stick by day
The bonfire by night.

And now
In the steel carts
And the plumes of speed
The leaves of the senses are withered
The body's windows are closed.

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