Never Describe the Sky as Azure
unless it’s made of stone.
لاجورد Lāzhward
migrating from Persia,
smuggled from Farsi
to Arabic & thrown
like a wingless bird
across the sky-dark sea
until its version
spills from English mouths.
Lapis lazuli.
O trap of beauty,
you are a fiction ...
Exhausted at day’s end
of an oven-summer
I duck out of the house
into the truth of twilight
blue: no other name
than azure, azure,
and no other home
the color of this sky
struck above this earth,
no path to heaven
except through this dirt.
Source: Poetry (September 2021)