Old Bundle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Old Bundle



Old bundle

Hey lovely old bundle
in steam, warm exhale
frozen white moustache
in cold eyes desert-sand
I stop at the light to praise
that bent back; the weak knees
see galosh covering your old feet.

In stove I am wood
my flames will fill you
with love and my respect.

Saturday, February 27, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: observation
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