Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Nassy
“My monstrous friend”
Halloween!
Where are my shoes, my backpack and my umbrella?
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On my desk
A small bug
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Laundry’s bubble
Jumps from one garment to another
But oceans’ bubble
Riding waves from shore to another
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Her hair
Nothing; but bag of gold
In air, they dance; swing, float

Her eyes
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I am magician
You are a tool
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Head to toe you wear red
And the crown
Am I wrong?

Every day
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Duck-like, a hi
Head down and up
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Some see it as a hill
I do not
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It was a room, plastered white with lamps in niches of walls
Traces of pencil, and heights with their names, charcoal lines
Painters and projectors, the lantern, and the kerosene lamps
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Pedaling
The accordion like bag filling and emptying
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