Notes from Egypt

Cairo Streets

Donkeys and Datsuns
travel the same road.
The Datsuns have horns
that bray loudly and often.
The donkeys are quieter.
They bray seldom,
too tired, perhaps,
to comment on the traffic.
Over the discord
loudspeakers float
the call to prayer.
It's like a melody
played on a flute
above a modern
dissonant chord progression
played by basses and tubas.

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