I dreamt of the newborn leaves

in an impeccable race with

the birds on strike and

the broken ladder

on cold concrete;

with the dusty air

filled with

nostalgia.

Counting down

in fast forward;

three,

skipping the two,

and

one

…

I deify the moment

in slow motion,

cherish the Spring,

and honour our beloved

Norouz.

S