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Poem

Abol Froushan

Buckingham

and the trees
of Buckingham Palace are sparser than the . . .

The sun in my eyes

brings back seven years
I spent to learn to use
the sun visor
as an eyelash oblique to the eye
Bring it down
to bring on the shade . . .

The trees are sparser than the . . .

I
have learned to
bring the sun visor
to my eye.

And I’ve learnt to push it back

The seven years . . .

Come the seven years of my life
the sun in my eyes . . .

Eyelash visor
visor push back . . .

An angel taught me how to say it:
You spent seven years of your life to learn this Thing:
To put the visor
to the low sun
like an eyelash

Driving into the sunrise

The sun in my life
of seven years

Come back

The trees are sparser than the summer
Big Ben
is more visible through the tree

I am waiting
by the red light!

BUCKINGHAM

Close

Buckingham

and the trees
of Buckingham Palace are sparser than the . . .

The sun in my eyes

brings back seven years
I spent to learn to use
the sun visor
as an eyelash oblique to the eye
Bring it down
to bring on the shade . . .

The trees are sparser than the . . .

I
have learned to
bring the sun visor
to my eye.

And I’ve learnt to push it back

The seven years . . .

Come the seven years of my life
the sun in my eyes . . .

Eyelash visor
visor push back . . .

An angel taught me how to say it:
You spent seven years of your life to learn this Thing:
To put the visor
to the low sun
like an eyelash

Driving into the sunrise

The sun in my life
of seven years

Come back

The trees are sparser than the summer
Big Ben
is more visible through the tree

I am waiting
by the red light!

Buckingham

and the trees
of Buckingham Palace are sparser than the . . .

The sun in my eyes

brings back seven years
I spent to learn to use
the sun visor
as an eyelash oblique to the eye
Bring it down
to bring on the shade . . .

The trees are sparser than the . . .

I
have learned to
bring the sun visor
to my eye.

And I’ve learnt to push it back

The seven years . . .

Come the seven years of my life
the sun in my eyes . . .

Eyelash visor
visor push back . . .

An angel taught me how to say it:
You spent seven years of your life to learn this Thing:
To put the visor
to the low sun
like an eyelash

Driving into the sunrise

The sun in my life
of seven years

Come back

The trees are sparser than the summer
Big Ben
is more visible through the tree

I am waiting
by the red light!
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