National Poetry Competition 2006
last day of Ramadan: the hard frost
withered in the hard stare of the sun,
pavements are drying. There's a sense
excitement checked; the scents of feasts drift
behind tense curtains out across
Pleasant. I imagine eyes searching
the new hook of dawn on the moon's edge.
sky's inverted in the gutter,
clouds and brittle blue ripple,
settles after the intrusion
a wheel. From Al-Habib Hair Art
boys race home to new Eid suits.
man waits for a train, reads the Koran,
him swirling frost and town and moon.