In the cooling narrow courtyard
Under a drooping pomegranate tree
Like a body heavy with bruises
We sipped coffee and caught up
While a mockingbird assaulted us
With its echoing repeating songs
Matching us word for word
Until we couldn't go on
It was so insistent and enthused
We sat in silent happy sorrow
For the scolding of our lives
And then it was gone
Having mended between us
Yet another wrong
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