Copy Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

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Went to door to meet her.
-Of coming was aware,
-so, waited in frame.

Thin, small and wrinkled,
-on her chin had long hair;
-elderly heard me, said:
- "welcome…I am glad…"

I wasn't!

She took me into past
-into when, I, at last
-agreed with the police
- "For helping, am ready; "
-I could walk on the walls,
-keep balance, as gymnasts
-to report unseen-scenes…

Many were land-blocks,
-law demanded: "Build walls."
-The thieves and criminals,
-gamblers, cheaters, wrongs
-and dealers of drugs,
-assembled behind walls.

Since each wall had a door
-closed tight, rightly locked
-no one saw behind walls
-but I did when climbed
-all, from low to tall ones.

In such an area
-lived Azar and sister
-with the humble parents…

Was easy to feel that
-family was fallen…
-I tried most efforts
- (befriending younger.)

Now seeing this woman
-small, thin, broken
-took me too Azar and
-memories of the past…

Bearded seemed copy…
-or picture, hand carving
-very old and ancient…

Felt Azar standing
-with her eyes staring;
-stream of questions
-flying and asking:
- "Remember? "

And I did…

Not just hers that many
-Azars are plenty…
-with changes in living
-as was "ALF" on TV
-alien and seeking…

I recalled the day that
-came a gust, suddenly
-and lifted her skirt;
-on my way to exit
-heard her say:
- "Able is a woman
-to be, good, an angel
- or filthy and dirtier
-than a hare having sex
-regardless of where, when
-in a fort, field with soldiers
-or in bar, or palace…"

In face of old woman
-I could read what Azar
-would bury under ash…

That is why her welcome
-both gave life and took life
-spanned me in the time!