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In front of a jewelry store
For writer Nguyen Binh Phuong

He stood there for what seemed to be 100 years
In in front of the jewelry store
Named Da’na Jewelry
In Ramallah

The store was broken into
Inside there was nothing
But emptiness
And the walls
Spotted with darkness

He didn’t come to buy
Some expensive jewelry
For his wife at home
Who usually wake up at noon

And then I realized
On a wall
Of that jewelry store
There was someone’s shadow

It was the shadow of a street vendor
On the sidewalk
Picking up the trees
I thought that was the owner of the jewelry store
Putting out the jewelry
Of the dark
And waiting for him to buy.