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   issue s16teen 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 

An Afternoon at Rumi’s

I went over to Rumi’s house
because I had the new
Clash record.  He told me
he had no turntable
but would I sing for him?
I lay down with my head
upon a stone.  Rumi
was lost in the backbeat of
the raindrops anyway.
The afternoon passed this way,
far away from the usual
strictures, and I slept as if
I could only dream of sleeping.

 - Corey Mesler
 
 
 
  

Corey has published his work widely, including appearances in Potomac Review, Arkansas Review, Texas Review, and Mid-American Review. He lives in Memphis.
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