from:A FLEETING SHADOW,INTERNATIONALLIBRARY OF POETRY,2000
TEXT: P.256
POEM:P.30
"I WAS BORN AND RAISED IN SARI,IRAN.A HUMBLE SMALL TPWN ON THE CASPIAN SEASIDE WITH A GLORIOUS VIEW OF WOODS AND THE ALBORZ MOUNTAIN.FOR THE PAST SEVEN YEARS I ADOPTED A SMALL HUMBLE IN NORTHERN VIRGINIA,CALLED BURKE,LOCATED AT BURKE LAKE SIDE.HERE IS WHERE I HAVE FOUND MY CHILDHOOD IN FARAWAY CYBERTIMESSPACE.A NOSTALGIA OF FUTURE WHICH INSPIRES MY POETRY(WITHOUT DOTCOM)BOTH IN ENGLISH AND PERSIAN,SOME OF WHICH TRANSLATED AND PUBLISHED INTO OTHER LANGUAGES AS WELL...AND I AM RAINBOWING:SINGING WITH RAIN AND ORANGE TREE BLOSSOMS DANCING WITH SUN AND EAGLES.I AM BRIDGING THE BURKE LAKE TO CASPIAN SEA.
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*BURKE LAKE SOLO SAILOR:
IT DID NOT SOUND LIKE SEAGULLS
WHEN I ARRIVED AT BURKE LAKE WILD WAVY MIRRORS
IT DID NOT SOUND LIKE
WILD WINDS WHILE FLOWERS WERE FLYING
OVER A SUN DAWN WATER
IT DID NOT SOUND LIKE YOU OR I
WHILE MAKING LOVE AT BORDERS BEFORE CROSSING
THERE WERE GEESE AND WOMAN
GUNS EXPLODING OVER WINDS AND WATERS
THERE WERE DUCKS AND MEN
BULLETS AIMING AT ROOTS AND BRANCHES
AND WHEN I ARRIVED AT BURKE LAKE WAVY MIRRORS
THERE WERE BLOSSOMS
SINGING ALONG WHITE
AND SLEEPING WITH WINTER
THERE IS NO TIME BUT NIGHT OF ROSES AND NIGHTINGALES
