On the day
the first blossom
bloomed on the dry branch of the Judas tree
the green breath of the garden
from the quickened pulse of the earth
began to count down
and the rainbow of joy
danced in the stunned gaze of the street
On the day
the first star
shone in the leaden sky of dusk
the sun
laid its head on the pillow of the mountains,
and the plain
yawning
awaited the calm of the night
On the night
the last star
fell upon the cold earth
a blossom
dreamt
that the rain
poured endlessly
on the porch of the house
and the wind
madly pounded its fists
on the windowpane
Even the sun
woke from its sleep and
from behind the dark clouds
saw the nakedness of the Judas tree
in the disbelieving eyes of the garden
- Arsalan, Tehran
- September 23, 2024
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