Cycle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

An album sits on a table
Fingers walk through it
Pages turn, Photos
And Photos; photos
More photos

Different in size
Different colors
Different faces
All sharing a lot

A child with curly hair smiles wide
First page
A man to the right, woman to left
Second page

And it goes on and on and on
Hair forms and beards
Or sideburns
Ties, scarves and colors
Repeat in cycle; cycle, cycle

Then the end, the last page
Or almost the last
Amazon, Africa, Islands in Far East
Nude photos; reads “Cycle, cycle, cycle”

Inside cover at the end
Postcard says: “We”
“We live in cycle”
“All come nude,
Reject nudity, (For faith or beauty)
But die nude, are buried nude.”

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