Monday, August 06, 2007

Standing on the Seawall in Casablanca Near Dawn

The barking of dogs
tumbles down the narrow streets
and spills out across the beach.

Below me,
the ocean shatters against the wall.

I lick the saltwater from my lips;
the sky purples in the east;
a small red taxi buzzes along the beach road.

To the south,
where the coast curves out into the sea,
the lights of the city
make dandelion halos in the mist.

--March 15, 1999

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