When
you arrived
there
was fresh wind in your palm—
the
aged air
in my
house
cowered
for a moment
and
left without clothes.
I
delved into the pockets
only to
discover
a
pinch of a sun
the
color of my days
whispers
of a dear one’s shadow
and a
stolen sea.
October 2005
Tehran
Translated by Samvel Mkrtchyan
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