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'Deji W. Adesoye
Chris Lord
Ali Znaidi
Paul B. Roth
Umm-e-Aiman Vejlani
Lyn Lifshin
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Naim Kelmendi
Richard Kostelanetz
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Jennifer Burd
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Steve Barfield
Miguel A Bernao Burrieza
Richard Gartee
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Fred Wolven
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Karyn M. Bruce
A. J. Huffman
Michael D. Long
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A PRAYER FOR THE SUFI POET RUMI
I wish for you many gardens in your afterlife.
I wish you a Persian garden.
Look for a location that is walled
with trellised grapes and wisteria.
This is a place for serenity.
I wish for you a pleasure garden.
Here in a hidden cave
with just enough oil light
to see the beauty.
This is a place for passion.
I wish for you a Bedouin garden.
The desert is without detail
and is undecorated.
Yet, a lone nomad can see the night sky
awash with the stars.
Here is found the symmetry
carved from Arabian math.
This is a place for the intellect.
I wish for you what the stars have
promised:
a garden of abundance
with gushing water.
BORDER # 3
If attempting a run at the border,
be careful of the word hope.
It is a word that leads to the wasteland.
You will find the scarce plants.
All that are there have barbed needles and thorns
for they know what it takes to survive.
This land has the fever
of a being at death’s edge,
a thirsting fever to humble
even the Maya and Aztec.
Here lies a wayfarer
with a heavy black bag of hope
in a desert of white light.
Really his hope was not to suffer.
In a cosmological sense
his wish was fulfilled.
Steve Barfield, West Palm Beach, Florida