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A Strange Encounter

by Michael Hazani

I’m standing in a crowded street, a few feet away from a staircase leading down to the underground station. People blur by, walking purposefully, avoiding eye contact. The sun is already high in the sky; it must be noontime, or close to it. I lift my gaze and stare at the sun for five or six seconds, then shut my eyes, and a painful, bright circular shape is engraved in my eyelids. I feel dehydrated, I have a headache, and I want to find some shade and perhaps a bottle of water. Read more »

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Be kind to old, forgotten clothes

by Michael Hazani

 

Be kind to old, forgotten clothes

Of which you’re eager to dispose,

To ancient woolen sweaters which

(Though maybe once have found their niche)

Appear like relics from the past

That someone foolishly miscast

As garments you might want to wear.

 

Be kind to shirts you’d like to spare,

To trousers torn beyond repair,

And corduroys that have served you well

As blankets in some cheap motel -

Pray, don’t dismiss them without thought,

In some polluted parking lot

Trampled, torn, and poorly wrapped -

 

Be kind to every single flap

That’s hidden in your drawers, unmapped

For you may end up one of those

Who (not unlike those ancient clothes,)

Astounded, find that they’ve been scrapped

Trampled, torn, and poorly wrapped.

 

Michael Hazani currently studies at Berklee.

 

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