Where
Yash Seyedbagheri
where will we go
after the bells’ last booms slink into slumber the clappers capitulate to cold climates and Quasimodo climbs back into quarantine what of the final fusillade of fireworks will we resume seeing Hitler in every speech every sidewalk, every screen or will we reach out and offer a hug a peace-be-with-you even if we fumble will we open a book or will we relegate knowledge to an inconvenient bias and what of night and day will half of us see navy blue shimmering with stars and the other a blood red fire or will we all see a new moon murmuring and smiling over spring skies while shadows dart? let’s keep the bells ringing until spring unfurls keep the clappers calling, dear Quasi |