backyard crowing
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imaan dream
last night i dreamed
we had joined the army,
you and me, imaan
i did not know you would have gone
did not expect you there
your eyes were wide
and full of tears
your face shone white
projecting fear
i spoke with you
and carefully
i was a friend
and you to me
before too long the solemn exchange
transformed itself
to interview pages
you spoke of teaching, but
"teaching what?"
i asked,
you did not know
that much
your pot of gold
your stuff of life
you saw
cast in a teacher's mold
we travelled by plane amongst strangers
instead of olive drab we all wore purple
we flew to the middle east
a place your ancestors called home
a place we now deem "war zone"
you still wore your burka
you poor thing
what an awful duty
- saturday, June 24, 2006
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