جمعه، اسفند ۱۹، ۱۳۹۰

Jellyfish

A ship inside a bottle cannot sink,
or collect dust.
It's nice to look at and floats on glass.
No one is small enough to board it.
It doesn't know where it's heading.
The wind outside won't blow its sails.
It has no sails, only a slip, a dress.
And beneath them, jellyfish.
Her mouth is dry though she's surrounded by water.
She drinks it through the openings in her eyes which never close.
When she dies, it won't be noticeable.
She won't crash on rocks.
She will remain tall...and proud.




Jellyfish (2007)

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