Gallery Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Gallery
The wall
Plaster, flat, soft
A frame
And a photo talks
I hear it
Read the plaque
Date, angle
And the time's mood
I read
'Right after I woke up, '
And goes on
Breeze passes by my side
And my hand
Busy setting a kettle on fire
And I blow
Flames struggle with wetness
Of the wood
The wall
No more plaster, flat, soft
Is the living mountainside
And my breath makes cloud
From the cold in the eyes
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