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Here

O creature of blue yearning,
hear beyond the space of this room.
Figments of home are too scared to go
barefoot. A delicate turn
blooms ancestral
whiffs
caught in a fence. Scent of alley, song, sigh
swirl into salve.
Don’t dissipate this blurring.

Here

O creature of blue yearning,
hear beyond the space of this room.
Figments of home are too scared to go
barefoot. A delicate turn
blooms ancestral
whiffs
caught in a fence. Scent of alley, song, sigh
swirl into salve.
Don’t dissipate this blurring.

Samar Abulhassan, 37

Seattle / Dearborn, MI

 
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