Frieze in time
Ah to smell the white sweet pea blossoms
in the cradle of civilization
rocked by the poetry of Hafiz.
& to wish on Delta trucks of hay
as they zoom through fields of tomato lies
on the 70 mph asphalt
as “heart of stone” plays bye byes.
& to seize the moment christ breathed his last
as you google the five greatest metaphors of all time
starting with “the right people on the bus”
that even the Sufis
do not frieze
in rhyme.
The first stanza is a poem unto itself! Very lovely. /// I don't understand the line in 2nd stanza: "as they zoom through fields of tomato lies" -- maybe I'm missing something. /// also not sure what the last three lines of the poem signify - "that even the Sufis/do not frieze/in rhyme." Referring to the five greatest metaphors, or the moment Christ breathed his last?
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