F) Homage to the city of the 300 mosques

to homage the city of the three hundred mosques

lost in the arcades
of the city of the three hundred mosques
you watched the wind whirl
for the four colours of
sand evening sea and night
and the violet in the wind almost win&;#8230;
furiously brushing the palm trees
crying about the curtains&;#8230;

then you felt sand resist
long before us
it had come in the tide
risen right into stones
up the vaults of the mosques
curbing and taming the wind
trying to grab one's last chance

happy to be felt in your bones
not just over your hands