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Abol Froushan
York
The greasy Chinesethe empty Mexican
king’s ransom alien
filled with dinner tables
balloons down Micklegate,
clatter of York buses
mixed with high heels.
On the bridge a chatter of shaven heads
searching for acres of leg.
Club queue crowd claps
as unleashed balloons
relevate the rafters an’
scale the roof tops
to escort the late wind
to a mid-pop night into the
sky!
I say salut!
© Translation: 2010, Abol Froushan
Publisher: Poetry Mag, Paris, 2010
Publisher: Poetry Mag, Paris, 2010
YORK
© 2010, Abol Froushan
Publisher: Poetry Mag, Paris
Publisher: Poetry Mag, Paris
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YORK
York
The greasy Chinesethe empty Mexican
king’s ransom alien
filled with dinner tables
balloons down Micklegate,
clatter of York buses
mixed with high heels.
On the bridge a chatter of shaven heads
searching for acres of leg.
Club queue crowd claps
as unleashed balloons
relevate the rafters an’
scale the roof tops
to escort the late wind
to a mid-pop night into the
sky!
I say salut!
© 2010, Abol Froushan
Publisher: 2010, Poetry Mag, Paris
Publisher: 2010, Poetry Mag, Paris
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