Tweezered Between
birdsong and the silver-razored olive tree light
what song can I add?
geckos and snails splay the walls and flowering tongues of
aloe
the distant sea does not need
me
nor does the mountain village of extended noon
when I walk among paths of lemons and oranges
farmers accuse me with a raw Murcian gaze
pinks and
teals and limes that give me away
on these stony Moorish roads
does
anyone ever get used to exile?
is Archimedes’ still point the best way
to know
the self?
the
truest desert song?
— Sharon Dolin