Sandy Hiss

Rookie (Selma, Alabama)

First Postcard From Iraq - Poem by Sandy Hiss

My heart bends
with every sway
of the date palms,
their fruit bearing
an aphrodisiac
expelled from the heat
of September's breath.

I didn't hear from you
this morning,
only felt the confusion
of an unfamiliar glance,
a love poem
written in Arabic
I will never read.

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Poem Submitted: Monday, October 1, 2007

Poem Edited: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

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