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Published: Tue Jul 1 2008
Eva Lundsager, Were now like (detail), 2021, oil on canvas
Flamingos Feed Far in the Shadows

Embassy Row starts with Morocco in salmon
cement, then Pakistan, Egypt, spaces in sand
for what will be India, turns the corner in

beauty: glazed azure, scrolled lemon, and cobalt
spiral motifs of Iran. At the sealine there’s rubble.
Tan and black nurslings, sometimes a white one, feed at

the camel souk. The falcon souk, small and deserted, is locked
since avian flu turned regalia to harness. The city’s one
suburb grows south past the bay, along the big water.

Skirted guest workers dock the day’s catch, unload
the Gulf shrimp that fills one of the sandwiches served
for high tea in the first floor café of a place built

to seem a square Aztec temple, the Sheraton Doha.
Mangroves that lined shores have donated salt flats to
fill for construction. Fewer pink stilted birds winter over.

Mary Gilliland lives in Ithaca, New York, where she serves on the Board of Namgyal Monastery Institute of Buddhist Studies, the Dalai Lama’s seat in North America. Recent and forthcoming poetry can be found in Chautauqua, Notre Dame Review, Passages North, Seneca Review, Stand, and AGNI Online. (updated 4/2009)

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