Hearing the voice of my poet friend as I read his work. |
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PaulMartia at Beef Stew,the known beat of verse, a rhythm I know, words slanging off the page Once more among us, often and much missed, his writing deeper, ringing with time away The tone of Cairo calling Muslims to prayer rugs, the Chalk Desert in his gaze, the squint of purpled afternoons A city rat at heart, between cities, eyes still glowing, off to settle affairs before settling in or down Then back again, to touch this ancient city |
 This poem is included in Jim Freeman's poetry collection THE SMELL OF TWEED AND TOBACCO available here in print or as an e-Book in your favorite formats. |
