Tangiers


The old narrow wooden streets of claustrophobia

with market traders of differing size and health

are adjoined by newer streets of many young gazers

arrested in their stare, they fill the old greyish walls,

the walls whose faces receive the slanted backs of snake charmers of authentic calibre and

barterers a plenty.

The old streets like those of Middle-Age England,

her dusty grounds and shacked-up street sellers align the city

and lie opposite this Western modern face.