Half-Light
Fragile and free the muezzin’s call pierces the day
just where it gives into the night.
My ceiling fan whirs on its nonstop nonsense…
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Flurry of startled pigeons
Freed from their twilight spell
Over the white domed spire
Suddenly rise!
Unwilling witness I,
Close my eyes.
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