Summary
As always bets and wagers swarm the capital
Clocks too
to mark incessantly the faulty train times
There, I have often dreamt that each “wanted” sign carried my face.
And now haunted by a singular wager
That I can find beauty and love in this shrinking world in 80 days,
and as in the past with Passepartout in tow leave the rain behind to
return
triumphant in December's sleet
There is love and beauty out there still
Warming its bones by Port Said in the sand
In the sun where bodies and camels shimmer
To leave again in haste from this space
Where after each blast
a warrant displays a beard or scarf
the fortress has depressing moats
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- From Around the World in Eighty DaysThe India Section, pp. 78 - 79Publisher: University of South AfricaPrint publication year: 2014