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a kiss on the wind
is never still
yasamin's soft scent lasts a second
moves three steps in front of you,
you move forward,
long for her to be nearer,
she dances behind you
teasing
catch me
if you can
you can't
hold her or hoard her
for she is freedom
a fragile wind
and you're lucky to receive
her brief affection
on the sorry sidewalk
staring
at ancient blackened gum spots
smothered
by a built up depressive plaque
you never chose
this kkkulture
yasamin dances forward
it's impermanent,
moves back
you are wind
forming canyons
some collect ashes
this month alone
three small homes exploded
on this hollywood street
became
billowing grey plumes
allah sends a cloud
to clear the sky's lungs
of sitting smoke,
and tells us to build
news cities,
cities with no walls,
cities made of dancers & dew
and transient gifts that die
and return in the spring
cities of yasamin
* The oldest capital city int he world is known colloquially as the City of Yasamin, better known as Damascus (Dimashq), Syria. It has been continuously inhabited since c. 2500 BC. The name of Damascus first appeared in the geographical list of Thutmose III as แนฏmลq (๐๐๐๐๐
ฑ) in the 15th century BC (wikipedia).