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Medina Gazelle
The apothecary's gazelle
Strides out
In The Medina's crush
Buffeted by handcarts and handlebars
And the jaw dropping stares of
Men in djellabas
Men in jeans
Men in suits
In the melee of motorbikes
Donkeys and multitudes
Thronging the midday Medina alley
They gaze at her eyes
Blue
Green
and challenging
They stare at her breasts,
Her whiteness beguiling
At the crux of her cleavage,
Pushed out like sweet fruit
By the grace of her carriage
"Silver apples of the moon
Golden apples of the sun" 1
He walks by her side
A beaming shadow
Just to be with her like this
Reveals
What he was born for
© John Mackie, Marrakesh and Banff,
1 With apologies to W.B.Yeats
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