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emerging from dreams

May 7, 2011

dust at the crossroads

the fortune tellers bow their heads and close their eyes.

the world shakes itself like a wet dog

spraying droplets in every direction

.

watching a dancer, from the stage,

who pirouettes behind a white scrim

checking over her shoulder from time to time

to see if I’m watching

.

I was told, as a boy,

that every Persian rug has a flaw

because only Allah is perfect.

.

the blues and the greens

are not part of these scenes

they must be imported

.

taking steps

taking (baby) steps

because everything is tiny in the face of the infinite.

.

I need a haircut

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