Wednesday, October 8, 2014


A foreign language
two Muslim women
deeply engaged in
Nothing but intonation
filling the air
Birds singing and chattering
in the trees above
their wrapped heads
sounds separated into
unknown words
Peaking out from her hijab
the smaller one is emphatic
an added shrill to
the strange sounds
spit out of her lips
Her sad, angry humanity
draping over her
The taller one
Her friend?  Her sister?
Breaking it open with
a gentle empathetic laugh
The shrill passes
the song pauses
and then a quick change
a slower tempo
they ease into an easier topic
rolling off their tongues and teeth
and from their throats
always back to the throat
minor notes
in an Arabian scale

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