Garlic In Vinegar Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Garlic In Vinegar



Garlic in vinegar

Tables, cups, Coffee-shop
And genders, old and young
Numbers changed at table,
Less or more; three, us.

Old friend was aware
My plan for Yokan
New man, the younger
Was informed by friend.

“And why there, to northern
Bad people, are lazy, crazy,
And always drinking…”
And comments and comments…

I had to, “act wiser.”
This is how, I research
Let them talk, nice and wild.
And they did; all nonsense.

Inside me was furnace
Kettle boiled
Garlic in vinegar
Lips closed, I silent.

On return, with my books
Ojibway and Cree
I recalled “Talk is cheap”
“Unaware talks much more.”

Sunday, April 12, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: understanding
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