Recorded Season Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Recorded Season

“Sun”
Some say
“Is the king”

And I laugh
“It’s nonsense”

Today’s sun is a mouse
Hidden though obvious
It exists but no use
(Powerless)
(Only light)

And sky is grey
(Twilight)
(Or is haze)

Sharp blue after rain is absent.

Cold is strong.

We are told
“Such a cold is record”

Teeth are bells in mouth’s church
And Hunchback pulls the strings

Ears are red skin on drum
Hard beaten with sticks

Face is glass
Needs a blow to shatter

It is cold
Registered example in decades

“Are you an immigrant? ”
“Then welcome” (to this cold, Canada)