poetry by Babo Kamel

Sometimes the Dead

Winner of Lilith’s 2011 Charlotte A. Newberger Poetry Prize

My mother is always alive when I dream of her.
In her downtown clothes the silk scarf floats
on her shoulder, she waves her white gloves.

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