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A Quarterly Journal
Jeffrey Woodward, Founder & Owner
Ray Rasmussen, General Editor

Volume 11, Number 4, December 2017
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Amelia Fielden
Canberra, Australian Capital Territory, Australia


Another Morning

white-washed house
behind high white-washed walls
patterned purple
with bougainvillea . . .
the muezzin's call to prayer

Lying half asleep I listen to the front door open and close. Then the garden gate.

In fifteen minutes or so Fatima will be back from the French bakery at the end of the boulevard. She'll be laying the table for breakfast: a still-warm baguette, butter from the slab in the market grocery stall, homemade apricot jam, juice just squeezed from our own oranges, a pot of strong coffee . . . mmm.

I open my eyes and roll out of bed.

Alas, what I'd heard were not the sounds of morning at 14 Rue du Bearn, Agdal, but my husband and dogs setting out for their walk from our home in suburban Canberra, many years and many thousands of kilometres distant from Morocco.

the faint scent
of eucalyptus leaves . . .
wide awake
with longing—must have been
dreaming again in Arabic

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