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TULIPS THAT RISE IN BLOOD
of the flowers youth, Katayoun write in your poems
sands push sidewalls for collecting
the Raad o Bargh
paintbrushes in the hourglass
twisting down
man
in colored sand.
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paintings drawfar into the ocean
the water brownsun held under
born deep now in Minnesota
your new paper. as lovesongs
Miss America could have sung
a New Iran
and their tulips - portraits of youth,
stubborn Fall colors in blood
smiling
inside the year of life you
held inside a palette's knife.
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carving hieroglyphic art
the bronze places you've been dreaming
baby
thrills wrestling
the new freedom. smoothing the hour's glass
carpeting the deep Persian brown hue.
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my friend, Katayoun, she is a river below us,
ploom below the ocean
long thin white pools
will crest the shores tomorrow.
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