Tovli Simiryan


Departing Moldova - Poem by Tovli Simiryan

From a deep storm
my view shrinks
against hunger
like cold corners
of abandoned buildings.

From a busy street
I dream sound
into bread or wine
like mothers preparing
empty suitcases;

or loneliness
from pointed steel barrels;
murdering inside this corpse,
not knowing
which party will chase its blaze.

But who fears the outstretched arm,
or simplistic view of butchered sky;
post cards from Florida;
clever Federation volunteers
counting dollar bills—

the wind as she travels clean
directly against our eyes.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, May 5, 2006

Poem Edited: Thursday, July 22, 2010


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