The Tourists’ Seduction of the Nile


Our ship tugs,
furtive and insistent,
unzipping the river at dusk,
the metal purr of undone teeth
in slow accompaniment,
the inevitable dimming
and drawing of the day’s vibrant shades.

Fertile flesh,
lime of reeds and palms,
finery slipping to the floor
drained, with the Sun’s leaving.
By the time of our docking,
the lush banks lie
exhausted and undone.
Heat clings to the incumbent night.


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