Nightfall in the Souq

When - as the shadows lengthen and the light
   of day gives place to sodium, and I,
   for lack of purpose, walk towards the night,
   unmindful of the multitudes who ply
   their multifarious trades, who make, who mend,
   who dignify the evening, who collect
   to celebrate acquaintances, who lend
   and borrow, who regale me, who respect
   my solitude, who while away the hours
   in company, who dream, who merely sit -
the call to prayer from a hundred towers
commingles with the market's hubbub, it
intrudes on my somnambulance, where dwells
a recollection of Cathedral bells.

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