Cairo

You spoke of a breeze. Do you still feel it?
You spoke of food. Have you eaten yet?
You spoke of so much, and we watched
And applauded, but we went to bed,
And, once we were sleeping, the same
Men we'd chased off returned in their cars,
And the woman on TV said there'd be
No breeze.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2011-09-17 at 13:06

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