little tears that come

high above the streets in Marrakesh

sipping sweet mint tea

feeling hot winds blowing in

atlas mountains the desert

& how long had it taken me

to get here?

to do nothing

but drink mint tea

& she asked if I was ok

seeing the little tears

that come

I’m fine I say

just the happiness

that comes

from being in a place

I so long

wanted to be

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