I watched Miriam
walk over to two Arabs with a camel
along the Mediterranean beach
outside Tangiers.
She was trying
to get them to understand
what she wanted.
She beckoned me over
with a wave of a hand.
I walked over.
I want a photo taken
of me and the camel,
she said.
I took out my camera
and made gestures
with the camera
the camel and her.
The Arabs nodded their heads
and smiled and spoke words
which meant nothing.
They led the camel beside her
and walked nearby.
I took aim
and pressed the button.
The click came.
She stood there uncertaintly .
I paid the guys
and they walked off
with the camel.
Did you get me
and the camel?
She said.
Sure I did,
I said.
I put the camera away
and we walked up the beach
to the bar for a coke
and smoke.
Aug 29, 2017
Aug 29, 2017 at 4:54 PM UTC
I watched Miriam
walk over to two Arabs with a camel
along the Mediterranean beach
outside Tangiers.
She was trying
to get them to understand
what she wanted.
She beckoned me over
with a wave of a hand.
I walked over.
I want a photo taken
of me and the camel,
she said.
I took out my camera
and made gestures
with the camera
the camel and her.
The Arabs nodded their heads
and smiled and spoke words
which meant nothing.
They led the camel beside her
and walked nearby.
I took aim
and pressed the button.
The click came.
She stood there uncertaintly .
I paid the guys
and they walked off
with the camel.
Did you get me
and the camel?
She said.
Sure I did,
I said.
I put the camera away
and we walked up the beach
to the bar for a coke
and smoke.
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