The poets stand in the rain.
They wear no raincoats.
They have no umbrellas.
They are discussing the shadow of a shadow of a shadow.
But their poetry is already soaking wet—
They have not developed their reality muscles
So they walk with a limp while admiring the color of a vein in a leaf.
~ Mahvash Mossaed “The Poets” in My Painted Dreams. Golmehr Publication, 2001
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Oh I adore this poem! (Say I, limpingly–
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