despaired-in

The propinquity of my poems

with the bushes in front of my building

                                                          is just amazing.

The bushes are covered under snow

and my poems are hidden beneath my despair

                                                          - not so promising.

Circumventing a word or two every day

- as the tips of branches stuck out of snow –

                                                          keeps me going.

                                                                            

- Ali Fatolahi, Feb 6^th 2012, Ottawa