I write words and listen to
sounds from Persia.
There's a party next door
and when the exotic music stops
so do my words.
They fall from pages,
shatter and split into
In effect each letter
on the ground
forms collages varied as the dresses
of the women over the fence.
Today is a special Babylonian day.
One of tying blades of grass together.
With each tie one makes a wish.
I tie one knot.
You and I.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem