they spin...
around slowly but consistently
with purpose...
tall ceilings capture the heat
of the day,
venting it through a flat
surface...
we sit in overstuffed chairs
with high backs,
located in the lobbies of our
familiar accommodations;
with cocktails served precisely
when the sun can no longer
be seen through the window;
we nurture our thoughts
along with our drinks
and smile at the tourists
who have come by
for a visit...
seeking out the coolness of
the inside,
to escape the broadcasting of
the sun's heat;
our attention diminishes as if
losing more pieces than
anticipated while
playing chess... knowing all
along that we prefer
backgammon...
there is no ice in the Middle East
and we long for civilization
and the dawn of
enlightenment...
we are remiss with our politeness
and beg our host's
indulgence... seeing no
need to leave prematurely.
14 May 2022
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