There are country roads now that are empty yet
open to havoc fluid in the spectacle of Iranian regime.
These roads clasp on to former day
lights, summer eras where eight children frolicked with minerals
in mind-blowing tides belonging to the Caspian Sea.
A simple mind entranced by future plans; a prince’s paramour with children
to match; this lover-less mother was dealt the shortest stick, her own sorrow’s
harvester. The Beautiful visited her in reveries. Its hooks sunk into
dreams; collapsing her foreign aptitude, as its surname
rested alphabetically after her given
birthplace. Tehran, America is
still Unattainable.
Hurried away from a captive revolutionary, circa 1975.
Augusta, Georgia. Green Card granted. Citizenship tested.
September hit, 2001. The sex disappeared, 2002.
The Pacific Ocean dwellers frightened Caspian’s child, “Go
back to your country!” 2003 – Current Events.
Tehran.
This documented former immigrant, with a right to construct
her cultural address on any soil, rests detoured with road
blocks tranquil in unattainability.
America, where is your heart kept?
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