Irrational Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Irrational

In an evening
another of many
the weak Royal Sun,
sits on throne of horizon.

Lamp blinks
metal post is tall
crystal glass-cover oval
dusty, abandoned for long.

Color particles
mosquitoes and crows
swallows and dog-walkers
hang on, aware and unaware

Each with a notion, ration or logic
To rule? To live? In search?
each has a hope; sees
own side, solo
hope.

Right
of one is not
right to another
all of them different.