ON THE EXTRAORDINARY BEAUTY OF THE ORDINARY

NIGHTFALL
Now that the jackals
           begin to whine of hunger
I can  cease

GREEN FIELDS
The fields we’ll soon build on                   
the fields we’ll soon weep for
demand  a poem
now
  
CEMETERY
Even on the
        hottest day of the year
it’s   autumn
here

GOOD DAY 
                          One more day
when the  iron  of reality
                     doesn’t rust…  
under the rain of whims

BLISS
You do not see the columns of air
holding                            the canopy
of heaven                        but
everything                       here
is marrying                      everything

WRAPPINGS
I put on a headscarf
              against the  wind
and a  prayer shawl
       to call  in  
spirit

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