Poems about the rest of the world

by Jane Mason ROW

A cause for weeping

In the medina in Tangiers
Moustaffa leaves bowls of water
for stray kittens.

He sings while washing
chicken carcasses as gently
as you would a baby.

They say he beats his wife.


The intersection
A lady is at the intersection in a bobbly hat and slippers,
begging under the hot sun.

She stretches out her hand:
money for food,
money for my children.

Her brown eyes are listless,
and her face is as wrinkled as an apple.


In Dubai
The bright blue Arabian sea
washes a stone white shore.

In the distance
cranes erect houses
on a palm tree made of sand.

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