Elnaz Rezaei Ghalechi - Circles

The circle's about to close


I wait to let it come


A wind is up,


Blowing full of cinders


Your words or lips


Tighten the ring


Around me


I think of the women


Who will be looking


Clouds or foots


From their burning dooryards!


Bullets whip air this last ring


I suffer the prolonged fire of


Your voice echo


Or footsteps of



blue waves

Elnaz Rezaei Ghalechi

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