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faith
February 9, 2017
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December 17, 2016
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November 11, 2016
Folk Dance
Between wingtips
Free-fall tumbling
howling reaching grasping.
Finally exhausted;
between wingtips.
How were we to know?
The visitation
I am an orphan now, she said
sitting down beside me.
In Islam, mother comes first
second and third. Then father.
I’m sorry.
I asked her forgiveness
for changing faith. Our daughter
wrote a long letter.
She never understood.
Worried. But laughed. My goodness
there is nothing to forgive.
