through the kitchen window first lightguests get home about a quarter after three after a night on the town celebrating Ebru's passing her final jury to become a licensed architecht, and we talk till dawn, and dance in the front room, and listen to "o sisters let's go down, down to the river to pray" and "death, won't you spare me over til another year" and I say goodnight, sleep tight, as they continue quietly telling jokes and listening to music... through the kitchen window first light the morning call to prayer the birds all in conference dawn and the guests and my partner all finally fall asleep |