The Juice of Books
By Moammar Al-Sofyani
From Yemen 🇾🇪
And my intoxicated letter
How can it sober up about your cheeks in its drunkenness, O Spring Mulberry?
It emerges from your specter, then returns
On the cup, like wisps of smoke...
Peace be upon you, my poetry...
In the bird's crop
From my drowning voice
It tucked a line
In love on its beak
And squeezed the space from the juice of books.
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