The Student Literary Journal of Vermont State University


It took until 10:30
this morning
for the street dogs
to start barking.

Friday morning
quiet and calm
the locals fast asleep
or on their knees at the mosque
the foreigners sip coffee slowly
or ride bikes up and down the empty streets
at noon the chaos begins again.

The rain came fast that night
hard drops wet and sticky with pollution
the heavy smell of dirt and washed up garbage
rain happens so rarely
you don’t really know how to feel
about rain in the desert.