By Fadi Abu-Deeb

I stand
At the corners of the dusty roads
Selling to the passers-by in the wilderness,
Their victual of olives and olive oil

When nobody comes by,
I expel boredom,
searching for a way to mix the nectar of olives with clouds
blending the taste with images
And Impressing the trace of the delicious sun
On those fingertips
Immersed into bygone ages

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Today, she came to me
and asked about what I had
I said I was selling olive oil,
mixed with storms
And olive fruits,
Haunted with the splashes of high billows,
That cloaked the sunset of the town.
I said I had one pinecone
tasted like rain
Whose seeds reminded of old days

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With a desperate love she smiled:
“You are still mad…
Like when I knew you…
Thousands of years ago!”