Dhuhr

A voice from above calls out
for afternoon to emerge
as feet turn to the shade
and faces towards the east.

Streets thin and stretch
with the brightness of heat
and shadows that cling
to the walls during prayer.

White lines are carved
in building’s side like scars.

The sun burns the sky and
lights alleys by the river.

A voice from above calls out
for afternoon to emerge.

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