blackbirdan online journal of literature and the artsFall 2010  Vol. 9  No. 2
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GHALYA AL SAID

The Car

The open window
The quiet wind
The traveling night
(we can’t move)
the static bus
the frozen, tired passersby
all of frightened, gummed up London
and your eyes
saying goodbye.  end


   The Car
   Malika and the Zar Dance

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