Waiting to go to London on an airplane, &
wondering about the anagram of your name
& my hand mirrored in the threads of your palm,
O     costly Brazilian singer from Lebanon

Husbanded by cedars     heroin     microphones
where are you now?
running after quarters after
a quarter of a century somewhere

surrounded by child labor,
among sheep you are     a shepherd's quandary
building Jerusalem O
from hope     and feeble-hearted stones,

ALMA     my shady tree-lined
soul's in your palm again

Henry Gould | Island Road 26
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