I returned home after twenty years at first glance nothing changed two horses tied to a fig tree a carton on the concrete pointing to the wedding
Cyclamen enveloping wreaths of dark stones puddles cluck the song of frogs the old men sit outside and talk cracked cups of tea, biscuits with holes
But where did the kids disappear to with whom I played where are all the kids where are they all who took them from me
Chickens, cows and here and there are sheep a rabbit runs away like a rabbit into orchards a wet clover carpet glows in a green light a lying fox crying in the wadi not far away