New stone inside my seriousness

I stand in the middle of the road demanding risk

Near a sidewalk lined with palm trees

Ruined buildings and art

Light rippling waves

And gulls running through them 

A black dog approached me in the courtyard of a mosque

As I watched the city slowly wake up

A vista of ancient peace

Low hum of an orange sunrise

My anger will not soften but sweeten

Tons of lilies about to bloom

Not to be removed from the sea

Inside my past

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