The white egrets in the tree
tuck up their legs, as still as
the noon heat.
In last night’s dream
my high school flame
had been left by his wife.
In real life they are still married,
expecting another child,
posting Bible verses online.
The sky darkens.
I hear someone laughing
a bitter laugh, not too far off.
I am certain I have sat
on this bench before. There were
no birds—only monitor lizards.
The lizards swam with their heads
above water, flicking out their
blue tongues to smell.
Prayer call of the mosque; I imagine
I understand the words—
Don’t forget! It’s time, it’s time…
When I look up, the tree is now
empty. I listen to the thunder
and this echoing foreign song.
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