Di­as­pora III

Room Magazine - - SHIDMEHR | FAMILY REUNION IN THE MIRROR - SHEL­LEY MARIE MOTZ

Oma.

The match is struck. The oven lit.

Bread rises be­fore me.

Your hands, stained by cher­ries and nec­tarines, Brush hair from my cheek.

Crick­ets sing.

There is magic here.

Dark cof­fee brews,

And hal­vah sweet­ens my tongue.

I would break bread with you.

Give me loaves and salami.

And, I will go to the men,

Laden with bags of ap­ples on their backs.

But, I shall re­turn to you.

And, we shall sit in the shade of this kitchen. Our words: ripe, and full, as plums.

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