Arabian Coffee Pots

Day 57
15 Mar 11

And each burnished neck carries memories of dusty
hot towns some in deserts, some near the sea;
and the rich red copper glints recall the musty
dry smell of the darkened rooms where we
bargained for the prize.
And under darkening skies
where evening shadows lengthen and grow
it all seems a very long way away now,
and a very long time ago.