Circles Poem by Elnaz Rezaei Ghalechi
Circles
The circle's about to close
I wait to let it come
A wind is up,
Blowing full of cinders
Your words or lips
Tighten the ring
Around me
I think of the women
Who will be looking
Clouds or foots
From their burning dooryards!
Bullets whip air this last ring
I suffer the prolonged fire of
Your voice echo
Or footsteps of
blue waves
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