Miriam
*******
in the tent

out of wet
underclothes
where the dim

hippy guy
spilt his drink
on purpose

by design
or by sheer
clumsiness

was unclear
the short skirt
a bright red

was now stained
Benedict
had not seen

he was off
in Tangier
sight-seeing

she tosses
the wet stuff
in a bag

and pulls out
dry clean clothes
from the white

new suitcase
her parents
had bought her

for the trip
she dresses
and goes out

of the tent
avoiding
the hippy

in the bar
with red beard
and guitar

and goes sit
on the beach
wondering

what it was
Benedict
was doing

she wishes
he was there
making love

hot with her
his fingers
in her hair.