FJ ( / 12/21/1980)

Call Me

The eager note on my door said "Call me,"
call when you get in!" so I quickly threw
a few tangerines into my overnight bag,
straightened my eyelids and shoulders, and

headed straight for the door. It was autumn
by the time I got around the corner, oh all
unwilling to be either pertinent or bemused, but
the leaves were brighter than grass on the sidewalk!

Funny, I thought, that the lights are on this late
and the hall door open; still up at this hour, a
champion jai-alai player like himself? Oh fie!
for shame! What a host, so zealous! And he was

there in the hall, flat on a sheet of blood that
ran down the stairs. I did appreciate it. There are few
hosts who so thoroughly prepare to greet a guest
only casually invited, and that several months ago.

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Comments (5)

But below of these suns, plain and mountain range There is confluence of couple presence For you and me; Your Lips.....love is flowing like a river between these two mountains of your lively imagination of love...........tha nk u dear poet. tony
Work of an active imagination, well articulated and nicely penned from the heart with conviction. Lovely and very passionate. Thanks for sharing Farzad and do remain enriched.
Fine similes with nice metaphors. Thanks
Interesting idea, it so natural comparison you made here :)
Both sides! Thanks for sharing this poem with us.