Paul

Martia at Beef Stew
The known beat of verse
A voice I know, words
slanging off the page
Once more among us
often and much missed
His writing holds a deeper ring
of time spent away
The tone of Cairo calling
Muslims to prayer rugs
The Chalk Desert in his gaze
squinting 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