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Aspens

Parchmental stand aspens, 
Paper atrmeble accepts scars, 
Words healing standing parchmental 

Magi

Through Perean hills and Arabian desert,
pacing our journey by the pulsing star, 
we come here, finally, to this quiet shelter
that houses the holy—to Bayt al-Lahm. 

Commentary

Wedged into the same chair, 
my husband and son station 
themselves, duplicates 
of each other. 
Too tired to talk, 
my son listens. 

Ireland

When did I find the music 
of another open-window autumn? 
I’ve left more vodka empties near 
the wardhouse dumpster.