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some settled sunlight
ekphrastic for Ethel Carrick’s 1919 ‘A Market in
Kaironan’
a summoning fate
won’t bring into focus
turban and turret
white washed walls
the headborne apple tea, bread, any ware
bolts of stuff piled
bargains too
windows for dark
the great trees touch
bright blue
you see the ceremony of the price
on desert streets
muezzin and minaret
just out of shot
hear this from dusk
well into night
donkey for christing through
another waits
far gate an echo
all motion arrested in this frame
but this in the abstract
as from a story told
they are mere market shapes
colours lit
baksheesh
you won’t understand
even one of these words
there’s not a face in this crowd
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