Nile Opened Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Nile opened

‘Hay ya, hay ya; hay'
These are sounds; we hear
Small drums are held firm

And kid roam
Run around
Feeling safe

It is home of Nations
All are aunts and uncles
No fear of the road
Cars, thief or gringo

NO INSULT
NO SAVAGE
OR THE KIND

Songs linger
Every look has spice
Taste of love

Icicles are melted
My eyelash is free
The eyeballs rotating
Don't feel like Guevara.

AFTER DEATH
EYES OPEN
MINE WITH COLD
ICY and FROZEN

Dinner with First Nations

Then Rabbi
The Balaam of Torah
I learned as we conversed.