Night air crept toward the Rio
A familiar lover seduced by pinks and grays
that lure me across crisp brown palettes
of Yerba mansa and salt grass
I find myself at water's edge
again asking forgiveness, wondering
if all this will survive
our good intentions
a duck gossiping on a distant sandbar
laughed loudly at my intellectual concerns
safe from Gulf War thunder
and squealing tires at a nearby Sonic drive-in
cold ripples tickle thorny branches
black wings caress solstice skies
unified travelers, my eyes contemplate their journey
then lower to human horizons
content in the mystery.
Yasmeen Najmi
From "Ankh" © 2004 Yasmeen Najmi
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