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Taste Ghazni (Free verse) by eliastemplar Dry, dusty, and shimmering hot.
Sometimes there is an insence like aroma
of burning cedar and roasting meat,
more often the streets reek
of human and animal waste.
Dust coats everything,
dulls everything
to different shades of brown and grey.
The ghostlike berkas the women wear
look like puddles
left behind
by the cloudless Afghan sky.
Up the ladder:
Ally McBeal
Down the ladder:
Everybody's Gone
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Posted: November 20, 2005 6:38 PM PST; Last modified: January 16, 2009 3:33 PM PSTWeighted score: 5.1422777 Overall Rank: 5457 Comments:
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ALChemy @ 24.74.101.159
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21-Nov-05/6:13 AM
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Who would have guessed such colorful rugs and shawls could have come from such a dull looking place.
incense, burqas. Otherwise, good. How's the kebab these days?
I don't know anything about Afghan style, this tells quite a bit.........or it is probably of just one area, like Calcutta being refered as India, though just a tiny part of India.
incense.
in-sense?
loved the part about the berkas and the puddles....enhances the whole theme of timelessness and that kind of subtle power
insence -> incense
or rather, incense-like hmm. better than I expected, from that; but still kind of plain. paint me more. 402 view(s)
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