Highway 1 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Highway 1



Highway 1

Two cars or vehicles
Sheberghan, Highway one
Both of them broke down

In States a phone call
“Come get me and my car”
Rolled sleeves; second one.

The road is gravel
Backward is driver
West sky, is sunset

Highway one in waiting
“Passengers, get on board”
Sheberghan’s driving.

Thursday, March 5, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: technology
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In 1999, during Taliban, I was in Afghanistan; near Sheberghan and...
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