Sara, Laura And Her - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Sara, Laura and her
I walk and talk and I don’t know why
I am lost.
How many ones there; can I get?
How many zeros do I want?
Nearing grass I stop
One, two, three; and I count.
Seem to have my ones; not zeros,
For their right
How many reports can I write?
Can I do poems; or prose?
Ocean is drops; no one counts.
I need the zeros… and zeros
Laura is German and we talk, “German is enough; not Arian! ”
Sara is Jewish; she is young, her getting married and much more …
How many zeros?
I don’t know.
Grass blades I use; are my ones
Snail shells, I choose as zeros
Poems shall I write or fictions or novels?
Which works better, fairy tales; or fables?
Of Sara’s, of Laura’s; also yours,
Also theirs, also mine
How many are they? I don’t know.
I need the zeros; I have ones.
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