Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Call to Prayer

Here the sun-loungers
Worship their own
Brown-fleshed god
With sunscreen
Soak up the words of cheap novels
Drift through consciousness
Like boats
Loose in the bay

A wind rattles the sunshades
Flaps their bleached white folds
Tosses the plastic lilo
Into the water
Where it also drifts
A small bird darts along the water’s edge
Dips its beak nervously
Into the blue-shadowed pool

Wailing voices rise and fall
Across the valley
From the loud speakers

On the mosque

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