Nassy Fesharaki Poems

Baby boomers

Her hand is pulling down her skirt
There's breeze, she's concerned
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Birds are books
I have a collection
Library is endless
Read them I, day and night
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Each passage sends message.

Each passage sends message
'Do you recall...? '
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Everything is perfect
For spring, not summer

All grey, no sky
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From there to here

Let us wear uniforms
As we did, officers
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As a child

In a time
Very long ago
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Plow

Eye to eye, we smile
My hand deep in her yard
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A bridge is like me
Hand stretched, new grip
Feet still in old pit
Mind, body devoted
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Like infant and mom's breast
Like toddler, bottle, nipple
I cry and cry for our pond
Little pond, playground
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On the floor
At table
All alone
With others
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