the wheel-barrow full of pointless regrets

Palestinian Artist Laila Shawa
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I must have slept after all.
We might call it sleep, but I wanted to rest my mind,
Not just my body. Instead,
I read long into the night. Outside,
The full moon of August was high and glowing.
My body was reading but my soul was outside,
Walking in the yellow moonlight.
Then I woke up with a start in my reading chair,
The book was…
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