This poem is taken from Stand 242, 22(2) June - August 2024.

Jo-Ann Mort Two Poems
Remembering Marrakesh

It came to me as an aroma, the smell of men
and coffee, and sky, oh---and traffic. The fumes
of male bodies and the exhaust of cars.
I was tired from walking the streets of Gueliz
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