Invisible Borders Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Invisible Borders



Invisible borders

Unseen are lines drawn; these borders in our hearts, in our minds
In cities, in the towns

As is love divided, which is first, which one next, why and where
These borders are somewhere

Parts of town we have learned are not ours, divided, we are guests
That is what we expect

Without words, on corners, we foresee to observe their culture
Saturday, Finch-Bathurst

I looked for Jewish lure, Jewish move, orthodox or even agnostic
Not a dude or young kids,

But in fact, headphones on, bodies shook as dancing; heads-nodded
I could think of elsewhere

Till I saw a woman well-dressed; wearing hat, near her a man walked
"This is that"; I though then.

Saturday, July 19, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: culture
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