Folds in an ancient
fuselage
orchestrate
an arrangement
of accents.
Each accent is an accident.
A moist white shirt
like
a waiting moon
sways into oncoming
traffic.
_______
steps crumble new as ruins,
parked in yellow weeds
a folded marble
envelope;
a narrow breeze
of orange
crush.
Muslim and Christian
born
of a singular mother tongue
torn like
early May.
