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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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