I Buried It

To Parveen Shakir

Where are you?

In the cool breeze or colder stars,
    stroking my hair, shaping destinies?

The moon's silver dulls,
  my love's ghazals indifferent.

Bright sunshine reads street signs
and evening downpours account for us.

Deep thought pliant as
Jasmine in a gale
blooms to tend this ache.

A Gorgeous Killah

Heroes

Interrupted Sleep

As Far from the Bullets and Bombs as They Fall