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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