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Monday, September 23, 2013


In the helpless aching that followed my reading of this story, this poem came to me.  Her name means "Raindrop."

If you must mention it
then speak of rain.
Collect it as an "issue" and be done
Avoid the frigid sting of one
"the pang of the particular"
and let them pool in puddles at your feet,
then walk around them
don't let mud touch your toes
(it happens every day
what can you do?)
The Raindrop after all to you
is nameless, faceless
"...that child bride in Yemen..."
Let it rain.
Put up your black umbrella and move on
It's much too late
for tears
to save Rawan.

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