A Wooden Baton Poem by suleiman al-fulayyih

A Wooden Baton



The baton,
when one day used brutally by a cop, ran
away from his grip to a tree,
where it became a new branch
flowering with glee,
softly hanging, and began
offering its fruit bountifully

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