Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Ostrich and Partridge

From Durban to Tehran
Long tunnel, hidden, runs.
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Barley

My stew, chunks of beef, lemon juice, hot spice
Has barley
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April Day

In this day of April
The sky is asleep under sheet
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Freud

They call him “Scientist”.
I call him “Crazy”.
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Yemeni Bloodshed

Years ago I flew
The soldiers and artists; and supply
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Come sunset

Six decades and some more
Long is gone
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Enough

P
A
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Dad and I

He told me:
(Dad, I mean.)
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Shoot me

Sad am I, as you must
For the kids
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Vision

Gilded sheet underneath
Mountain sits on the top
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