Friday, 27 February 2009

A Rainy Friday in Nablus

Poem in progress

Raining day today the lemons are getting washed
Lurching, on storm tossed stems, bright yellow diamonds
dance with hills wearing Shrouds, rain cascading in frills
through Fridays old city empty of trade

every awning is flowing a transient flood
silhouettes shimmer in archways, then vanish
martyrs faces on posters melting in memory
washing off paper hanging torn on the walls.

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