A Poetry Expression
Before I Knew the Names The men in white at Sutphin Boulevard bent toward the afternoon like grass toward water—
I didn't know what pulled them down. Later, someone said prayer but I heard appointment.
My uncle's forehead carried a dark circle I thought was dirt until I watched him touch it like a medal.
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At the halal cart, the vendor checked his phone, walked behind his truck, disappeared. Customers waited. No one complained.
The woman on the Q40 wore fabric I couldn't name, moved through the aisle like she knew something the bus didn't.
Now I own that same surety, same cloth that makes you visible. I learned Asr means he comes back.
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