You that day
Were complexity showing off her virtuous wares
In the vivid marketplace
The Afghan peddlers
With their hammered copper ewers
Clumped together
Amid the pomegranate-coloured rugs piled high
From Mazar-i-Sharif
Where does that burnished space
Now reside
Infinitely split into numinous worlds
If I could go back
Put my hand firmly in yours
That day
The languorous flies draped like a black chadri
On dangling Halal goats
If I could go
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