 Iran
Bahar Mirhosseini
November 10, 2004
iranian.com
Inside borders of razor,
Streets echo the footsteps of children
Selling gum, batteries, and flowers
During Tehran's traffic at dusk
Remember me,
In the wrinkle of a Diaspora's dream
Or in the nightmare of long lost families
After the bombed out buildings
........Courtyards of unread poetry
........Balconies of dried cherries
In the shadows
Of another hemisphere's identity
New moons eclipse
........On fields of rice/Rigs of oil/The Caspian Sea
........Immigrants/Exiles/Refugees
Groves of date trees
........Blistering in the heat
Of a homeland's unknown destiny
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