Friday, June 16, 2017


The waning gibbous moon plays
hide and seek behind thin clouds as
humid mists shroud street lights in the
windless, dark hour before dawn. The
city sleeps

final vivid dreams while robins,
hidden in shadowy trees, start their
morning chorus, the smell of roses heavy 
in the night air. A single dim light
slowly approaches,

the old lady on a scooter scrounging through
garbage bins for hidden treasure while
a neighbour rises to prepare suhoor, crossing
off another short night before the
end of Ramadan.

The waning gibbous moon shines down 
on its journey across the sky as in 
time immortal.

ERK  June 16, 2017 0400h

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