Hail In Closet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hail in closet

Like Simorgh and Qoqnoos or Phoenix
There are things in this world
Or sometimes in our words
We receive from others
“Not true! It’s a lie.”

Do not rush; let’s break, slow down
New look; Redress your brain
Ask question with maybe
“What if turns as true? ”
Then snap-smile

In Texas when it hailed, very large
Some as big as bricks; broke
The window in the room
And covered the floor
In closet on clothes

Suspicious look back, still in doubt.
But friends come around; talk
'Crazy' we say and laugh
As Phoenix, it is hard
Hard to believe

Was 1968, in Lackland
Read the news