fat, black,

fat-tailed scorpion

trapped, clicking in a glass bottle

in the junk yard

in Rabat –

beside the speckled

tar-flecked beach

.

mom calls my brother

then me

the white adobe

home pulls us

and the glass jar disappears

in a weave of hands

hey, toss my soccer ball back

.

the red god dips

his head under the ocean

so blue and blue

forever out there

beneath the golden purple

angels in the sky

and a white crescent smiles under the earth