Two poems: Mohab Nasr

by qisasukhra

Two more poems by Mohab Nasr, as yet unpublished. (One of these poems, The sea we know, has been taken down for the while as it’s being published elsewhere)



They wander streets

page through books on the pavement

or the water’s edge.

And at night

narghiles at their mouths

old fumes

and words

that glow and grow dim

without departing.