Pits Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Pits



Pits

I went to Chinese shop
-to the ones that Iran
-sees place of "Attar"
-English says: "Herbal"

I was told I could find
- "Everything, from the
-milk of hen to life of
-the mankind…"

This is how we call the
-shops that sell the mix
-of all daily needs…

Was looking for bay-leaf
-was told to grind it
- "Scatter or burn it;
-to expel cockroaches
-with smoke or powder."

They had not
-so, I bought what I saw
-strange to my eyes…
-came to me memories
-of childhood; very past.

In poems, daily life
-the lips of lovers are
- (if female…)
-compared with colour of
-the Annab…

And that is what I bought
- "Jujube", which I like
-enjoy taste; also face problem
-with the long and hard pits
-hate to see them as waste
-can't use them any-way
-in the past threw them
-in corners of the earth, to
-let them grow or become soil…

Sunday, November 19, 2017
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