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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