Wicker throne


For Hamza Yusuf


Sand whispers

against windshields, automatic doors

and empty cans

the name of Who sent



Emerald meteor entwined

in calligraphy: the sun swims

through leaves and branches, their turbulent



Above the fields

of desolation

wings beat

once then glide

and glide inside the wave

which is a a pillar

made of dust

which is



The heart beats on

its wicker throne

of veins

it cries the name



Allah Allah

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