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At seven o’clock in the morning
As I pass by a green house
An automatic sprinkler
Suddenly goes off
And wets me head to toe.
I do not run from it
But let the drops of water
Speak to me
Of a hot summer afternoon
When my two brothers and I
Went to the swimming pool
And my sister who was not allowed
To swim with us
Turned on the fountain
To take us by surprise.
The playful sprinkler
Has a hidden sorrow
And speaks of a little girl’s rebellion.
Copyright 2020 Majid Naficy
Majid Naficy is the author of many books in Persian and in English including Father & Son published by Red Hen.
So honest. I am there
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The photo in this post speaks volumes.
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