Gps Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Gps



Sextant
Air if filled
Fresh rain smells
Land is wet but sky is dry
The sky of the older sextants
In past rain smelled different
Rose from dust and land
Not from asphalt
So changed
Astrolabe

Sunday, April 13, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: weather
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