777 - #2

Around Park's darkened temples
a lightbulb shimmers on stainless steel,
fresh kofta cooks in the street meat wagon
where a socialite with purple eyes tells me
she'll soon kneel mystery-school style at Giza's portals;
you must go to Alexandria, I said, not knowing why.
The vendor who, it turns out, is from there, nods between slices.