By Farangis G. Yegane


In the black tent
on blue-red-white carpet-arabesques
I am
the black-brown sweetness in the chai
the yellow of the yolk in the saffron-rice
I am
the one who feels, with warm hands
I am the Thinking-Things-Over, of the ones tired from the day
the one who is expert in NOTIONS
bridge-pier, vaults-arch
over human’s dreams