“The Poets” by Mahvash Mossaed

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