behind a hedge <br />on pavement edge <br />circling our tent <br />a waiter raises up a flap <br />on the brink of protest <br />'bout the stink <br />our camels make <br />but takes our order nonetheless <br />lemons figs and apricots <br />perfumed teas in china pots <br /> <br />and for the herders <br />'cross the street on the church steps <br />un carafe d'eau and plain baguettes <br /> <br />we tap out rythmns with our spoons <br />bubble-pipe mid exhaust-fumes <br />perfumed in bluish swirls <br />with music from a hidden source <br />anticipate the dancing-girls<br /><br />Stephen Brian Brady<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/oasis-in-rome/
