Hurricane Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Hurricane

Sit at edge; on cliff
Behind is a desert
In front lies the sea
First breeze
Then a wind; circling
Some dust rise
Hay, paper and the leaves
Hurricane; suddenly
Even cows in the air
The Genie and bottle
Head is sharp like a pen
On the book of the Earth
Mushroom-like at its end
A cloud in the air
And fear…strange
Many leave, immigrate
Like Jian of Iran
Shad coming of Kenya
His blood Rwandan
Children of the wars
Hurricanes and clouds
They all make Canada
Good… or … Not