Sam Hamod
You run your
hand just so
very slowly
over the dark sewn fabric of this
Bedouin dress – you feel
three thousand years rough up
against the color of your
skin against the colors of your
memory you tell me
“When I wear this dress
I always come out
red” and I,
looking at the
rustle in you, say
“You must look good
all red” and the
brightness of your
hair is lit up by the shine of
your eyes so predictable
a beauty but your laughter
always surprising
and new
like this
dress so many
years
in the making
with so many hidden desert places
so many deep crevices
in the heart
SAM HAMOD/VISTA, CA. POETRY READING
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THE BEDOUIN DRESS
Sam Hamod
You run your
hand just so
very slowly