This poem was emailed to iranian.com on September 18, 2001
The world came to an end
a moment ago.
But here in this bit of green,
tucked away from fears
you can search for years
and never find a drop of
sadness.
Maybe a minute's silence,
and then back to:
chasing cows down new asphalt
laughing children on a bus
so yellow it makes you smile
and all the while you are
searching for that drop of tear
to wear
that sign of fear
to share
Not here. You will not find it here.
Here the world came to an end
not a moment ago
but many a long forgotten year.
