Nathalie Handal

French / Palestinian / American
Nathalie Handal
French / Palestinian / American
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White Trees

When the white trees are no longer in sight
they are telling us something,
like the body that undresses
when someone is around,
like the woman who wants
to read what her nude curves
are trying to say,
of what it was to be together,
lips on lips
but it's over now, the town
we once loved in, the maps
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Wednesday, December 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: trees
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