Fara

You joke like all of us, the desert doesn't scare you, your water jug is porous, we go to meet the writers, my partner’s late to bloom, dons her silk and linens, the almond trees join chorus, after rain exudes, smells of jasmine and sea, poets fly here like kites, colours of yellow and blue, say they are enlightened, you consult your catechus, rage at literature they chew, who needs a performance, if they want to delight, let them search for food, your pale smile frightens, it denounces all the room.