Cairo
Cairo at dawn
in crepuscular light.
Across the Nile,
the sky a cobolt blue,
from horizon to zenith.
Behind the low line of hills
to the east, a glow,
pale gold and oyster pink.
Ra the sun rises,
grey brick buildings
become red and yellow
and blue and green and orange.
Scarlet sands towards
Israel lands turn to
bleeding cuts.
The minerets and dome
of the mosque blaze bright,
and bronze stars wink
along the walls where
the rising light
touches the spires.
On our terrace
a few flies stir sluggishly.
One,two,and then three
birds chorus in
the persimmon tree,
their song drowned
by the traffic
that begins to
flow down the streets.
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