birdsong and the silver-razored olive tree light
what song can I add?
geckos and snails splay the walls and flowering tongues of aloe
are burnt an incomparable orange
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
I am wearing too many colors
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?
is having nothing to say
the truest desert song?
-- Sharon Dolin