Posted by Wendy on 3/3/2005, 10:27 pm This may be the desert but mountains Forbidden to wear perhaps, like the tang of oranges
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Sympathetic to Aisha
(2600 feet above sea level)
live in the distance. A head scarf
of mist binds the sky, billowing
over the rocks’ frozen shoulders.
.
I think of you standing
in a French park --
Muslin girl wrapped
in her veil of golden silk
while arms hug a shivering body.
this fine garment in school,
you come outside
among pine trees and pigeons
to be yourself.
Winter has not yet delivered snow
but its air threatens to freeze
the breath of anything that grows
bends or bows eastward.
This morning you braided your hair,
held the style with perfumed spray
and wondered how Islam
would cling to your soul;
to the tongue
or the shimmer of heat
to the courtyard stone.
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