Never Describe the Sky as Azure BY PHILIP METRES unless it’s made of stone.            لاجورد  Lāzhward migrating from Persia,            smuggled from Farsi to Arabic & thrown            like a wingless bird across the sky-dark sea            until its version spills from English mouths.            Lapis lazuli. O trap of beauty,            you are a fiction ... Exhausted at day’s end            of an oven-summer I duck out of the house       [...]