photo

with an old camera which for ages was hidden in closets of memory
he had taken a picture which now after a thousand years he regretted

maybe not a thousand years but he was unfamiliar with the number and the calendar
a tally stick with lines both ends of which a mouse had chewed, which was the rain

a photo of dead color carrying his vision to the hours of youth
(it had to be a little before) two people on a background which was lit up

a woman in clothing of white gauze like a snowy misty mountain
an electric flash of heat, a snowy body, a photo which was an elusive illusion

a summer heat full of languor, eyeglasses broken and wet
a photo of women's drowned voices was the photo of perfectionist men

(this photo is a bubble of regret, from a moment when the fever has arrived)
a photo which was an empty frame of loneliness, a man who regretted his past

hooman azizi