how can a week
elastic time
feel like a year
i miss you guys
playing chess in the street
sleeping outstretched
on the footpaths
silver on brown
air thick with cloves
roaming around
hot steamy nights
everyone waving
white sand floors
in casablanca bars
patterned gold leaf
the minimart
and all its wonders
security guards
armed and smiling
guarding the ice cream
marco sympatico
the zanzibar
swimming at night
watching kites
silhouetted against the moon
arak madu
you with butterflies
you
it's your birthday
today
i'm so tired
i can barely remember
my name
yet i remember this
love all the little touches of memory in this...alluded to stories...and excellent close...there are personal things i can not remember but i remember you...smiles.
ReplyDeleteWhat a lovely poetic response! Thank you Brian.
ReplyDeletenice..playing chess in the street...love this...sweet memories...and good not to forget them..unnecessary to say...i loved the closure..
ReplyDeleteThamks Claudia.
ReplyDeleteVery clever play on Proust. You achieve the same effect with your sensory details of good times that occured not so long ago. I felt like I was in Casablana or some such exotic venue even before you mentioned it. Enjoyed this very much.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the prompt Victoria and congratulations on you new novel. Hope it's a best seller!
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