Samarkand, Poetry, English

Samarkand by Cesar Ruiz Aquino In Samarkand On a tamarind Tree is etched a name I cannot find Anywhere Else outside my mind. In the town square I played a violin In my head, leaning It to the wrong Side. That’s how you came Laughing in Samarkand In Samarkand The wind Blows the mane Of stallion or mare Even when there is No breeze God who in a nightmare Did not exist Was sufficiently kind To make you not so much his As mine In Samarkand In Samarkand God was in a bind. If the city too does not exist I cannot have a fact wrong I’m certain I have here and there So why Samarkand? You fall behind As we run in the rain And I stop For you to catch up Forever In Samarkand.

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