His Book Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

His book

Felt as if finished book
Felt as if read it all
I was wrong!

Every word is petal
On top of a petal
Opens bud.

Each poem is fetus
Freshly out of womb.

Everyone is egg hatched
Featherless is the chick
On its eyes thin blind.

His poems on each page
Circulates, restarts.

His book is watch, clock
Has no first, without end
Must read it times again
And again; and again…

Let's forget full-stop!

He taught us as teacher
We were dumb
Now get it!