Peter Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Peter
Peter
Fold the page, I stop; let life fold, and unfold…
Kurtz, pensive, lust; and the leaves on the trees
Keep moving as do thoughts; I see men in forest.
Sky is sleepy; absent sun, under clouds…
I am lost in the book, galaxies; where am I?
Peter was ostracised by father:
“He made me a loner…” he complained
Book closed, seeing leaves, in my mind
Peter is…have I gone crazy?
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