I Wander Poem by Anahit Arustamyan

I WANDER

You pledged me to come with a green-eyed spring. I wonder if the spring's cart will stop next to me. The streets are the feathers of this winter sleet. I wonder if my way is a broken knee. I wonder if your lips have ever kissed a sweet fig. I wander to stretch my violin's string. I wander in my minds like a willow tree. I wander to look for your lost ring. Will I find your ring inside my knee's sling? I wander to look for the next spring. I wonder what my mirage may dig. I wander to see if the canyon is big. I wander to cling to the white feathers to sing. I wonder if this air's broom will sweep any fig.