Fez

A witchy mystique
An arrid land
Dusty grey horixons
Rusted satelites
Sea green roofs
Hashish winds,
as the bird sings
Fallen peach skins
on mosaic tiles
Broken clay urns
Sun soaked cacti
Lazy mountain air
The soft sway of the hung washing
Cigarette butts
and the distant groan of street muuts
A gentle creak of a wooden door
A mellow snore
A cast iron shadow
A shirtless man sweeps
as a yound girl sleeps