poetry POSTCARDS FROM MOROCCO by Brittany Perham 1. Marrakech The light goes on, goes off in the courtyard below the window. Someone is walking in a long coat. Someone is loved beyond reason, someone not at all. Somewhere there is a beach, the moon rising in every stone eye. I dream of rice paper and a closet of pressed clothes. I must intend to stay all night writing this letter to you, familiar, unbeloved.
2. Essaouira I lie all night in Élouard’s fiberglass apse. La mer n’a plus de lumière et, comme aux temps anciens, ask me to return to our bed, or instead come to the dock fearless, handkerchiefless, waving to no one.
3. Chefchouen It has been quiet among the clay and the wire hairline streets. The mosque is lit all night though the fountain stops. No one says why. The valley is filled with ornamental trees turning flower instead of fruit. The valley is further than it seems.
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