Adobe walls line the streets like bastions of some ancient fortress
Streets of an empty kingdom signalled by a small flag waving in a burning wind
Power lines hang over the street casting the shadows of their dreams of power
And I wonder as we drive away, what kind of secret is kept behind such antique walls
Is it a sprawling harem where dark odalisques rest under a green canopy ?
Maybe some labyrinth where a lurking Minotaur waits for the wandering stranger
Or the long lost Garden of Eden, guarded by two fearsome Cherubs