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Mar 27
I saw two butterflies in the alley,
'Twixt the new well and the orange tree;
With the shade of the tree they seemed to dally
To tease the sun who, without them cannot be.
I overheard two blackbirds when I looked up:
β€œWhy can’t we tease the shade like the butterflies?”
Said the maid-bird, pretending an orange to sup.

And before she could even realize,
The black bird spread his wings over her thighs.
In the throbbing blue flakes of the sky she cries
& she cries & she moans & she moans & she cries -
Unlike a Buddhist.
Lazhar Bouazzi
Written by
Lazhar Bouazzi  Carthage, Tunisia
(Carthage, Tunisia)   
   Pradip Chattopadhyay and Fawn
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