Bone-thin gent in waistcoat and tight pants, struts to stone-staircase music. He is a saddled camel, stepping high in high-top shoes. This caravanserai belongs to a fancy age of waiters in bow ties, ladies in bloomers made in Palestine! The genesis of his dance expresses itself as he kicks the ceiling while turning cartwheels for the Queen of Sheba who watches him from behind her Phoenician fan. Used with the permission of Copper Canyon Press, P.O. Box 271, Port Townsend, WA 98368-0271, www.cc.press.org | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY HUT; AFTER TRAN QUANG KHAI by HAYDEN CARRUTH ABOVE HALF MOON by JAMES GALVIN |