watched in the streets, whistled at in the markets,
beckoned to sit down and eat strange food, ignored
when it’s time to pay, thrust into hordes
of foreign tongues, tempted by smells and colors,
haggled to, swindled, confused, bewildered, approached
like a stranger or an alien from another planet
or a millionaire throwing money to the streets,
tugged and gestured and swore at, ignorant
of any meaning, any fragmented understanding
of social dynamics in the Medina,
under an eclipse, so full,
in the bounds of four towers and wondering
about absolutely everything in sight.
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