A Poem by Bahar Almasi
Ode to woman, life, and freedomText within this block will maintain its original spacing when publishedWe drifted past each other by the elm tree of the yard, whose bare trunk stooped in awe over the tomb of its roots. We watched the rootworms loot— spineless, with bad taste, whole lives wasted in the ignorant bliss of a cramped space, at…