Deema K. Shehabi
Sun Theater Sonnets
(for whose world is not in ruins, whose?)Agha Shahid Ali You wrote me from a bed where you’d seethe mountain’s alders corral the sky—who’llempty my last pocket when I’m gone? Once,sitting with you on a fountain’s edge, Iunpinned the debris in my pocketinto the basin, where you had un-fingered rose petals, their outline fadinginto our …