Miriam
undressing
in the tent
out of wet
underclothes
where the dim
hippy guy
spilt his drink
on purpose
by design
or by sheer
clumsiness
was unclear
the short skirt
a bright red
was now stained
Benedict
had not seen
he was off
in Tangier
sight-seeing
she tosses
the wet stuff
in a bag
and pulls out
dry clean clothes
from the white
new suitcase
her parents
had bought her
for the trip
she dresses
and goes out
of the tent
avoiding
the hippy
in the bar
with red beard
and guitar
and goes sit
on the beach
wondering
what it was
Benedict
was doing
she wishes
he was there
making love
hot with her
his fingers
in her hair.
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