The Old Medina

It’s safest behind the walls.

Show me to the old Medina
before the sun can warm the stones.
The darkness scrubs the city bright
where the hamsas guard the homes.

Walk me through the old Medina
before the torpid cats arise.
Half their world is always dark
because they steal each other’s eyes.

Lose me in the old Medina
where the modern finger tries
to haggle there with history
but can never match its price.

Hide me in the old Medina
and I’ll give you half my dates.
And tender breads, and honeyed sweets!
Don’t let me go too near the gates!

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