Sunshine in the Closet

They’ve come!

               flee down the hatch
               into the tiny flowers of their scarves
The rest
               let the half-eaten apple go free
                         out the window, lost
                                     tossed from the porch

They become little stars and screech at the night

in the closet
who never danced
whispers to me:
I’m not coming out again

<em>Translation copyright 2010 by Zara Houshmand. All rights reserved.</em>