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Two Sonnets and Three Drawings




Like the dried up dead wasp with its venom

gone rolled up on the windowsill like a

ball of dust my mother slumbers with her

head bent near a bowl of fruit Pat Maples

sent listening to Ella Fitzgerald

sing, a dying lady and a dead one

sharing the moment I am sharing too

taking a break from the navy bean soup

hambone left over from Christmas dinner

with its stock simmering in celery

carrots and onions. “The trembling trees

embrace the breeze tenderly,” is really

not true on this stark dark December day

—No, the music’s always true while it plays.



Camel Waiting for a Wise Man


Drawings by Akram

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