Amir Hossein Afrasiabi

You’re talking about that same
red rose in the little backyard,
I know.

Sometimes when I watered
the footpath and brewed tea
and you sat on the veranda,
you spotted it being there

from over my shoulders,
you spotted it there.

You always spot roses
red and fragrant
over my shoulders,
but you never
see me.

Read the original Persian poem here.