Praising The Kiss Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Praising the kiss

In sleep, once again,
I became a pilot.

Full of joy and reckless,
I flew my plane.

Why?
Where to?
Of what base?

I flew and flew
Wished to be same eagle.

"To Nassy…"
Signed Garry
One more book of poems.

Somehow words that he says
Make me soar high in air…

In my way I holler:
"Want sky as do birds."

And this time, in final…

Saw an old and weak man,
He stopped, leaned on cane,
Bent, stood, went to a wall.

First kissed what he had found
Next, set is on crest, by adobes.

Curious, I, as child,
Went to search and spy.

Climbed and discovered,
Small piece of bread.

I loved and admire
That respect and praise
For the farmers' labour.