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Beirut-Tripoli Highway at Rush Hour

"Untitled" by Nour Mouslim

rearview mirror
images
echoes
a small boy
crouches
on pavement
skinny
boxes of Chiclets
for sale
spilling
onto his lap
knees pulled up
tears winding
rivulets down
grimed cheeks
wedged between
cars and concrete
clouds of fumes
no glimpse of
the sea
beyond the road

home
beyond the mountains
an ache
a mirage
tea and biscuits
on the balcony
hide and seek
in the old souk
ears concussing
cat meowing
no more milk

we keep moving
try to avoid
his big black eyes
reminding us—
our own sons
our own wars
and all the things we have worked
hard to forget

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Adele Nejame

Adele Nejame serves as professor emeritus at Hawai'i Pacific University. Her honors include a National Endowment for the Arts in Poetry, a Pablo Neruda Prize, a Robinson Jeffers Tor House Prize and the Eliot Cades Award for Literature. She has published four books of poetry including The South Wind and her manuscript in progress, First Night at the Beirut Commodore is nearing completion.

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Adele Nejame serves as professor emeritus at Hawai'i Pacific University. Her honors include a National Endowment for the Arts in Poetry, a Pablo Neruda Prize, a Robinson Jeffers Tor House Prize and the Eliot Cades Award for Literature. She has published four books of poetry including <em>The South Wind</em> and her manuscript in progress, <em>First Night</em> <em>at the Beirut Commodore</em> is nearing completion.

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