A Reluctant Love Poem
Mhux Veru
( pronounced moosh veruu) : an un-truth in
Maltese
I do not
miss you
Your dusty roads....
Your stretching fig tree arms over ancient
rubble walls....
Your wild purple poppies and artichoke
fields
Your open windowed gallerias
Your one eyed observing stray cats
Your chariot like carts, held by weathered
old hands, along the quiet back roads.
Your silent city on the hill, still wrapped
in golden grandeur
Your old women on door stoops, catching the
evening breezes
Your bright colored luzzi gently rocking in
the Marsaskala bay
Your Imqaret, still hot in the hand smelling
of dates and cloves
Your gbejna, peppered and fresh from the
goat farm
Your Hobz biz Zejt, to eat by the sea
Miss you
I do
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