Saturday, August 14, 2010

Sophie's Window

Ten-foot green shutters

Grace the street's first floor balcony.

A wash line emptied each night

From the daily boy's wear.

The 26th of July Street

Is a 35-mile long, 6-lane main drag

Which stretches in front of the sea.

Palm trees along the middle island rustles

As the traffic whizzes by.

The night air, filled with barbecue corn,

And salt sea freshness.

The trot of a horse drawn carriage

Break the noisy people and taxi horns.

The sun sets, and the noisy people are now just a hum,

We sit upon the balcony, late into the night

Emptying all thoughts,

Finding lost souls,

Connecting a love of femininity,

Crying for our husband's fates

Praising our children's accomplishments,

Opening to each other heart's desires,

Fusing to the end of time.

As the night grows into dawn,

And the sun rises

The fishermen in their boats

Silently begin their day

Rowing west, past the Sultan's castle,

Through the harbor,

Then disappear. ©

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