Amman

        The city is
        tightly packed
        with boxes- buildings
        stacked up on hills
        that rise every which way.

        Round hills holding
        cliffs of square white stone structures.

        A canvas of bluffs
        soon to cull colors
        preluding sunset.

        Each blanched building
        diverges with dark squares
        of windows

        where warm people patter
        about within
        everyday lives.

poem copyright ©2000 Anne Selden Annab

 

Published in River Run Review 2000