Mohamad S Bazzi

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The Sitar Strums

(2020)

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The sitar strums casual

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Earnest pings

To heartfelt vacancies

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Hovering beneath a flowering terrace

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An old woman looks beyond

The duplicity of her​

 

Routine emptying

 

How often has a blunder​

Filled the thirsty recesses

Of a meager​ canister

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A reminder from a thousand year lifting​​

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Artisan drippings

Into washed away sand

Snagged edges of land

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The singing sitar bends​

Moments into focus

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Tells me to yet tend

The fractured sprig

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Desire and despondence

Finding their way up

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Into the incinerating daylight​

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