Never again will I curse the
earth because of man, be-
cause his heart contrives evil
from his infancy.
— Genesis 8:21

the land again
bleeds the tasteless
tears of infancy.

This morning,
at last in declining shadows,
recovers shape in
the liquefied blending
of orange and green.

This day,
still possible,
expands its fragile lungs
and weeps
the diminishing jewels
of clarity
briefly gleaming.

stretching weary
and forgetful
beneath our daily shrouds,
we will pray only
for a world with
the dew still on it.

[for Nada Nubani]

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