Rain settles in the cracks of the stones—
chalices for thirsty little birds.
& this image settles in the memory;
drops of desire, echoed.
& raindrops escape into a language of nostalgia
as I’m always thinking of my grandmother’s
goatskin which always contained cool water
scented w/ tar.
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Ali Znaidi (b.1977) lives in Redeyef, Tunisia where he teaches English. His work has appeared in Mad Swirl, Stride Magazine, Red Fez, BlazeVox, Otoliths, streetcake, & elsewhere. His debut poetry chapbook Experimental Ruminations was published in September 2012 by Fowlpox Press (Canada). From time to time he blogs at – www.aliznaidi.blogspot.com