The Forest fell from the Sky ( Arabian Nights)
My foot strides again, over even ripped municipal cobbles, missiles.Oh, that we had time for civic pride, dear Gaza. Catching up my mind’s eye,breath-taking, aghast, imagination fails.And the non accommodating cafe chairs now suffice;for although reclining catsby the ‘Medina’ passage still pose. The grid and a currency of electrons became useless that nightof the furnace wind.Not that they…











