Her Music Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Her Music

I am in coffee shop
I hear woman walk
Dreamy, close eyes
Magic carpet, I fly

In village, clean air
Light blue high sky
Mountains around
In color opium-like
To the roof's pillars
They wear crowns
Of Cumulus cloud

Breezy chill arrives
Shepherd too tough
Many goats' hoofs
As strings of guitar

I return; I'm inside
My coffee still hot
From it steams rise

She is long gone
I still hear sound.