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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