After Every Winter, a Summer

The day summer ended
winds swept in
a stringent year

It gave us nothing
by then we knew
what to expect

No kindness,
just the absolute
minimum of love

At school’s start she
was asked to bring in a plant
it was already deep October

Her task was
thankless and hopeless,
but a valid lesson

All winter she clipped dry leaves
conserving energy
for the ones that might make it

The plant graduated
when she did, both
miraculously alive

Next summer she ran
outside so barefoot that
her heels drew blood

I’ve never seen
a red so blessed

 

Matthue will perform this Sunday at the Hevria Variety Show, and will give everyone who shows up a free book.

photo by Mohammad Bagher Adib Behrooz