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Rainy Sahara. It’s an attraction for newcomers here.
After two hours -
dromedaries spring up like mushrooms with nomads
pursuing caravan of storm-clouds.
Lasfar treads rhythmically – the desert clock,
persistent hourglass in sauna –
has bony buttocks, the Bedouin's throne...
I’m a king of sands.
...
Their castles grown down in lunar mountains.
The crescent – mouth of night – laughs at them
tenderly....Some pay on the nail for overnight
stay.
Troglodytes wet their gap-toothed ‘crescents’ in coffee
At smoky cave on the hill.
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Music in taxi. Radio Tunis broadcasts moving marabout’s calling
in the rhythm of taximeter. Tears come to eyes
after hellish, spicy harissa at ‘Aladin’ restaurant.
Evening cicadas beat time in seconds. Hours on Djerbian
beach. Dates, olives, crescents...
[04.2005NorthAfrica]
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