Spice Bazaar
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Submitted by Knocking from Inside Blog
The spice bazaar is redolent of places
far away, of hazy desert spaces
echoing muezzin’s voices saying
“Allahu akbar!“, and donkeys braying
as they’re strapped into the cargo-traces.
Travelers with seamed and canny faces
share sweet coffee and formal embraces
while they price the goods that they’re conveying
to the spice bazaar.
But I’m not in a land of camel-races.
Samarkand’s not in these Safeway cases
gleaming in flourescent light. I’m weighing
out an ounce of cinnamon. My straying
odor-fed imagination graces
the spice bazaar.
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