The Boy Who Lay Sideways

I lay at the feet of my mother

On the living room carpet.

The Arabic TV news mingled with my father’s words,

And I lay on my side

Looking at the cloudy dusk summer sky

Where orange and blue played a happy game

The soft wind brushed my hair.

I closed my eyes.

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