from my unpublished second collection
– for Feyzulla Sacit Ulku
only a few copies left, passed from hand to hand.
fireflies in a field. it is summer:
long days of sleep. back and forth across the years.
long days of waiting under the earth.
of two of your predictions: the end of the nation-states comes true.
look up, look up at me.
those who wished in secret for mourning as great as yours to transform them,
never mourned anyone.
First published in The Antioch Review
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