Common sight for the Goth
poor me and the
forward-looking camel
could not see the beauty
going pale on the hump
and blushing at my
bewildered gaze.
Simple rein man
worried in his own steep,
camel’s knees knocking
woman’s makeup melting
and Wadera’s urge
jumping on the centigrade
as his wife
honks home from town.
Veiled woman
high, cool and smiling
for she would get
her day's wage
for the sweat and toil
up on the hump
and in my fruitless gaze.
