as if words could shed their skin
left bare skimming the air with "good morning"
between me and another walker
cold air striking our faces
entangled in other greetings:
Sabah el kheir
Sabah el fol
Morning of luck
Morning of Jasmine
Sabah el noor
Sabah el eshta
Morning of light
Morning of cream
call and responses
syllables carried bring jasmine to my breath
the voweling of light pulling me to the day...
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