It's hot in Morocco
The villages balance crookedly on the rocky hillsides —
like grubby shoeboxes atop a ramshackle cupboard.
A dusty road shuffles vaguely into the centre:
a jangle of alleyways brimming with dirty walls
and smells and objects and animals and people.
People standing;
people staring;
people chewing absentmindedly on nothing in particular.
And brittle houses that seem to sigh and heave in the heat,
having randomly shed a few bricks that now lie listlessly,
motionless amid the piles of rubble at their feet.
Friday, June 21, 2019