Night in Tunisia

Tunisian Metaphor

It's not so much where they stand
As how they stand
There
Two men on a weather-beaten slab of wood
Six floors up

The edges are packed with fabric
Like gauze in a wound
The edges are wrapped by thick nylon rope
No knots
Six floors up

A pregnant bucket rests still between them
Paint flies in drips and slashes
Two men
A chaotic dance
Six floors up

Paint cracks
Splinters off my building
It's old
Ten years is a long time
Six floors up

posted by Loren @ 1:00 p.m.