Alex Nodopaka Poems
A Love Letter
I write words and listen to
sounds from Persia.
There’s a party next door
and when the exotic music stops
so do my words.
They fall from pages,
shatter and split into
In effect each letter
on the ground
forms collages varied as the dresses
of the women over the fence.
Today is a special Babylonian day.
One of tying blades of grass together.
With each tie one makes a wish.
I tie one knot.
You and I.
there was a time
when my bosses were
in their late 20's early 30's something
during them dot com times
and i was already in my 50's
very conscious of my ivory showing
then i remembered much farther back
when i was embarrassed by my parents
speaking loud in public their native language