Choreographers Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Choreographers

Fearless, no worry
-of the cold and the chill
-dance in wind these gypsies.

They must have learned from
-the greatest teacher, a master
-or the best choreographer…

They glide in the air
-chosen or not chosen
-finally land somewhere,
-possibly a corner…

Then take off once again
-soar and roll, toss and turn
-making own music in concert
-leaking the asphalt road
-that makes them the singers
-or the singing dancers.

Each of them colourful
-in a way wonderful
-with the veins openly
-speaking of trips…

Is it not what makes the
-gypsies as we know them?
- "Travel, travel, travel…"

Foundation of them is
-different, yet the same
-all are leaves of trees
-behind them spring
-and the heat of summer.

Said goodbye in autumn
-selected this manner
-arts' masters making "Fall."

I enjoy watching the,
-leaves falling and dancing.