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From the bird till then…
Toward where?! To pass the wings along each other toward where? It's the most accidental possible situation.
In the slow bending of my neck from its back till turning my head around.
Catches the cloud with her beak … taking away, the bird is passing away…
& from that glorious minute, from the movement of the feathers under her neck, from discovering her bended legs under her body till then…
Form the sky till then, till the sudden passing of air among her body. From the same time that she may peck on the convex body of the town,
till she may get the linen behind my shirt & take it away… & take me to then. & ironically, may calmly sit here, on the black electrical wire.
O! Tehranian bird! My Tehranian Bird!
Bahareh Farisabadi | Summer 2011 |
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