Each Passage Sends Message. Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Each passage sends message.

Each passage sends message
'Do you recall...? '

Then march in memories
Nightingales singing song
The smell making drunk
Stories right and wrong
Of roses that were pink
Buds, grow opening to falling

Being child and barefoot
With loose pants and white shirt
Stick-horse, or mud-walls
Tearing pants at sitting
Grandma and her shouts
'For how long, how can I? '

Head had lice
Pants patches
Hand and feet
Wounds, bruise

And we raced like monkeys
Get on top
On the roof, on the trees
And like birds ate fruits
Like bees, wasps, and flies
We made noise and the buzz

I hear all my past
Via nostrils, through eyes
When I pass by roses
They murmur
And answer my questions

Each passage sends message.