Ennui
ملل
Her letterflutters lightly
in my hand.
Each page conveys
a sigh of sentiment,
a dissipated breeze
that soothes the
surface of an
ornamental pool
but shies away
from any gross
particularity.
In Tarifa at noontime,
even the hibiscus
is exhausted.
First published in Blue Minaret.
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