Nassy Fesharaki Poems

February

In old days horses said:
"It snows I won't go."
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Polar cold

Pain is sharp, cuts like knife
Gets to bones through thighs
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Revenge

Thunder like shouted loud:
"Don't ask me; I cannot."
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Involved

Once again is morning
As bundles in the bus
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Badu

Floating in between I can see
It is wild, is unjust, cruelty
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Colonization

You came in piece by piece
Your hand first, last was heel
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Boyhood

Mason, Sam, in movie
And tears in my eyes
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Budding

I was once part of bud
As you were; all of us
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White widow

She lied down on her back
Pure, white, I on top
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Erika

You,
You the white, soft chested blonde
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