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Your questions (ghazal)

I walk through walls of advice, run into either/or questions
I look for your face, your hands, all I find are more questions

We sit in circles, toss the stories lightly like potatoes
Grass stains, wet feet, and the core questions

Some of us are small like a poem, a pot of soup
Some of us are wrestling the peace and war questions

We march the avenues, decade by decade the parades
Ancestors make it look easy. Grandchildren roar questions

Here, my little pantry. Box of rhymes, jar of honesty
Here, inside rotting rubber bands - here I store questions

Because the roads were blocked we had a party in our minds
The guests wore sunshine. The groom wore songs. The bride wore questions

The wished-for child dances at night to an unwritten tune
I shiver. It’s late. And we wait for your questions
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