the little breeze that suddenly picked up yesterday afternoon
on the central plain is still blowing, a respite from the heat.
the days are still, but the night air transports sounds
of prayer and wedding parties, children running along the street,
animals barking and howling at no one in particular.
and outside our local post office there is a pot of basil
for people to rub their fingers on as they go in and out -
the scent of our summer.