Avocado Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Avocado

Problems are in age and trips
Both the same
Everything comes back as they happened
Reminders, recalling memories;
Of the things,
The way they took place
Blur of what went on, what happened
Single touch or much more.

The movements travel in each seed of the fruits
In the husk sits something
Sometimes boils and grows.

Avocado
A simple green, ripe avocado
Did the same
Turned train
Spanish miracle of Andes.

I on board in those curves
White Mountains
Burned black
Of gases, of sulphur
Of melting and smoke.

Oroya
Hanging bridge of Incas
Turned orphan

The miners' lust, ego
Disasters and the deaths.

There I am
Sit with man,
Origin Palestine.

We had Avocado
With local made coffee
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