11 iraqi immigrant wedding
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With a screeching scratch,
Taylor Swift is no more.
"Habibi, Habibi, the world in your eyes."
Summoning the dabke, a spirit circle buds,
Arms on shoulders, a swirling vortex,
denying no one,
apparitioned hand drums join,
shoulders dance.
Habibi, Habibi —
unfurling the circle grows,
surrounding sound swirls of winds and drums,
floating feet glide leg-to-leg.
Habibi, Habibi —
fully blooming, we are no longer here —
we dance in a future memory,
family diaspora together, at long last —
not like what it was, but the same.
The trance continues —
mesmerizing mystic motion.
Habibi, Habibi —
music vanishes,
dance dissipates,
the spirit circle wilts —
new seeds are placed in the earth.
