Dig Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dig

Stood there jealously and eager,
Studied the two men use fingers
Removing, displacing the earth
To form, shape a new landscape.

They planted seed of flowers
For coming fall, winter…

Fell in love, right there, then
With near future

As artist painted a girl in red
Walking in the snow, in flakes.

Felt happy and enjoyed
The picture in brain.

Mouth watered for honey
In front, sliding, crouching,
Stretched hand to help,
Said: "Hello, my honor…"

Her smile, soft as silk,
Right behind the steam
Of her mouth, breathing.

Deep inside voice praised
The guests that are on way.

Closed eyes and pictured
Walking on fallen leaves.

Some dry, singing songs
Some wet with fragrance.

Flew high like eagle
Into all four seasons.

Each of them talked to me
In the tongues of antiques,
I listened to their hymns.