Tea in Meknes

	Tea in Meknes with
	Two cubes of sugar,
	Sunlight fading against the
	Old city wall.
	Come to the market for
	Woven rugs, some dates, and a
	pot of hammered aluminum.  It's
	all made by hand, in the way of our
	Grandparents,
	resting long beside us in the 
	shadows of the city wall,
	whispering of Age-old Empire,
	the thunder clap of cavalry riding 
	Home beneath the tiled gateway 
	where you sit calmly drinking tea
	under a cold December sky.