Libyan laughter

Libyan laughter sounds like crumbling concrete

Rolling after every ah,

before feet touch

That trembling path

And ask about things that could only last

Girls, halal, sunny sky

Tea, bread, Tripoli’s seaside

While the girls make chai in the cucina

Italian, Greek, distantly Latina

It’s a far

Far far away path,

The only remnant

Crumbling laughs.