Friday Noon Poets was wonderful. Tho I miss Conrad. He had a stroke and is recovering at home.
Earle gave me a copy of his new book, The Innocence of Education, which I'm reading now. He served in the Peace Corps in the Middle East, in Oman.
He uses this as his first sentence in a poem called "Understanding the Village Terrain:"
From the west ridge above it, Bukha
spreads out in the bed of the waahdee
beneath the Musandam's ancient peaks
and desolate, bare-rock mountain walls.
Three words in one sentence I've never heard before! Bukha is a village at the tip of Oman, couldn't find a meaningful definition of waahdee on the internet, and the Musandam Peninsula form the northeast point of the Arabian Peninsula. Looks to be a beautiful area judging from this Wiki article: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bukha.
Here's another lovely place, this one's in the Maldives.
https://www.tripadvisor.com/Hotel_Review-g6697236-d13401195-Reviews-Waadhee_Inn_Vashafaru-Vashafaru_Island.html#photos;aggregationId=101&albumid=101&filter=7&ff=341419629
or: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Maldives#/media/File:Filitheyo_bar.jpg
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