Tea in Meknes

       Tea in Meknes with
       Two cubes of sugar,
       Sunlight fading against the
       Old city wall.
       Come to the market for
       Woven rugs, some dates, and a
       pot of hammered aluminum.  It's
       all made by hand, in the way of our
       Grandparents,
       resting long beside us in the
       shadows of the city wall,
       whispering of Age-old Empire,
       the thunder clap of cavalry riding
       Home beneath the tiled gateway
       where you sit calmly drinking tea
       under a cold December sky.