Vox Populi

A Public Sphere for Poetry, Nature, and Politics

Kareem Tayyar: On Queshm Island, Iran

Last night I saw you in the Valley of Stars.

“Ghost country”, you called it,

As you floated through the rock formations like a prophet in love with the loss of gravity,

Or a poet seeking a vanished metaphor.


When I asked if you knew the name of the star whose fall to earth had created this miracle,

You smiled and said the name of your favorite poet,


And then a second time,

Before vanishing.


Copyright 2017 Kareem Tayyar

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This entry was posted on August 15, 2017 by in Poetry, Social Justice and tagged , .
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