Treasure Island

Nassy Fesharaki

(Dec 29 / Iran)

two women


Two women

I saw them
Wonder woman and light-dressed

Both active
One to save
One to give

I could not take my eyes off of each
Yet question: "What is what, tell me why? "

First was film, documental a movie.
Second in bus-stop of morning

Think of both
I am lost.

If you weighed her hair, clothes
Hair was more
Skin shined waiting there in sunlight
Hair and dress both black; bitumen

Part-covered, most nothingness

On shoulders two straws, as noodles
Bare were feet to her thigh, abdomen
Floating hair in breeze; a wheat farm

"Two women...so varied! ! ! "
I drove while thinking...

Submitted: Saturday, July 26, 2014

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