Ode to Friendship by Noor Hindi
Ode to Friendship
Noor HindiEdgewater Beach, 2019
The night so warm I could fall in love
with anything
including myself. My loves. You are the only people
I’d surrender my softness to.
The moon so blue. And yes, what’s gold
is gold. What’s real
is us despite
a country so grieved, so woke, so death.
Our gloom as loud as shells.Listen. Even the ocean begs.
Put your hands in the sand, my friend.
It’s best we bury ourselves.
What’s heavy. What’s heavy?
Becomes light.
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SHARED WITH GRATITUDE
This poem appeared in Jellyfish Magazine, Issue 16, 2019.
ABOUT NOOR HINDI
Noor Hindi is a Palestinian-American poet and reporter. Her poems have appeared or are forthcoming in Poetry magazine, Hobart, and Jubilat. Her essays have appeared or are forthcoming in American Poetry Review, Literary Hub, and the Adroit Journal. Her debut collection of poems, Dear God. Dear Bones. Dear Yellow. is forthcoming from Haymarket Books in 2023. In 2021, Hindi received a Ruth Lilly and Dorothy Sargent Rosenberg Poetry Fellowship from the Poetry Foundation. Hindi earned… (more)
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