Outside the Damascus Gate
Sunset in Jerusalem...
The vendors scramble to rid themselves of fruits, vegetables, and cute souvenirs.
A young boy bellows at the top of his lungs,
"Hurry up! Going fast!"
A man carries a newborn and a diaper bag over his shoulders.
A mass exodus of shoppe keepers leaving the gate weary at the end of the day.
"It's quitting time!" I can just hear them saying.
Gnats swarming.
Trash scattered from a long day of peddling.
Pigeons and sparrows nibbling on table scraps while crows call off in the distance.
Sunset in Jerusalem.
Written outside of the Damascus Gate, Old Jerusalem
4-28-15
Gwendolen Rix
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