Painters


They have erected scaffolds by the bay
And are painting the high towers of power lines.
The seagulls circle over their heads
Sobbing for their lost lookouts.
I count. There are eight men
Working on the scaffolds
Talking to each other, two by two.
They don’t know that, for a while,
I worked for Master Rahim
Painting the railings of a rooftop
On Zafar Street in Tehran.
Everything looks different up there.
Life and death become light
And camaraderie takes a solid color.

Majid Naficy
August 24, 2018
http://iroon.com/irtn/blog/12966/