Horst Buchholz Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Horst Buchholz

Driving took me to
The main road and the sign:
"This is where must stop! "

On a faded zebra
Walked some youths slowly
As if world meant nothing…

I stood still and
Suddenly laughed out loud
Not at them, but at me…

Flashback was funny
When I kept recalling
"Buchholz is arriving! "

What of me looked like his?
My eyes, hair, or walking?

Meant to shout at the kids:
"Horst Buchholz is going."

Instead kept silent
Pleased with memories.

When sitting at my desk
Opened site kept watching
The man, of whom I was image!

Looked at him carefully
Found nothing, just nothing.

Yet had to study
Part by part, his acting
To see how I could be
Copy of Horst Buchholz!

Great is honesty
With oneself and laughing
At how past could have been
To name me Horst Buchholz!