New Suit Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

New Suit

Article is on line
to me it, is morning and is sun
sleepy I am it, wakes me up
around ten, I am child.

Equinox is Noruz
Iranian greatest
day, amuse.

Old must go; leave, depart
from house, and of heart
make space for new.

Review relations,
behaviours
characters
everything to clothes.

He pedals, on bike's back
seated I, going fast
to suit shop.

In that suit have photo
loaded that; is on line
I watch it and recall
the gone days of Tehran
bike, weather as if now.

Surely miss a great occasion
relatives, siblings and parents
visiting, greetings and counting
the money; we received of elders.