by Nazanin Mirsadeghi
Outside my window
everything is green
the maple trees show off their leaves
a robin chirps, and the sun
-this shameless tease-
dances on the ceiling of this room:
my cell of too many nights and days
outside my window
weightless and bright
happiness floats in the morning air
serenity soaks in the mist of light
and the world
-without me-
keeps marching on
if I only had the robin’s wings!
Previously published in a collection titled Garden in a Seed
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