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The sunbeam is first redder than crash,

Then a yellow, loud and dumb.

And if there is a nose it is soft-shaped

In the business of still-young foes:

The skin dangles from your hand,

Leading comedian, o kingpin with a punchline,

Who finds the fruit is laughable (as we do) and creates

All the to-do, then slips on the lit step up?


Delight is near you, a limp epaulette.

A chunk gleams in your hand: the edible guts of geodes!

A dollop of wet polar bear fur, a fur beneath

The skin! Reversible, like a curse, a logos,

Children’s children,

Pounding bright on the sleeve.

from Great Guns Find more by Farnoosh Fathi at the library

Copyright © 2013 Farnoosh Fathi
Used with the permission of Canarium Books.

Published in Farnoosh Fathi Poems

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