zakir's poetry
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Taking a museum with you
-100 paintings
-50 sculptures
-2 mean security guards
-1 nice security guard
-2 white benches
-1 closed exhibit
-That one guy who’s there for the food court?
-8 lockers for a rush hour
-one fake habitat with flowing water
-one never ending exhibit about the Egyptians
-one ticket to see the world
-the end
Haikus
The cat sat
By the window
And felt the wind on his whiskers
The wind bumped into the cat
The cat knocked the wind out of him hehe
The window had felt like it was being watched
Then the wind came and the cat had a kerfuffle
Repeat the line:
Monday
I wake up early the news is already on the headline: “will COVID 19 close schools”?
“Will they?” I ask we “we don’t know” a lot fewer kids were at school today I didn’t notice,
I Go to sleep
Wednesday
I wake up early the news is already on the headline: “15 more cases in New York
Will we be ok? I ask yes, YES. I go to school even fewer kids than yesterday I didn’t notice,
I go to sleep
Thursday
I wake up early new is already on the headline: “50 more cases today.”
I hear murmurs of should we leave? And should he be out of school?
I try to ignore it. I go to school most of my friends are gone, I start to notice,
I go to sleep
I wake up to the sound of my parent’s feet moving on my apartment floor “Hi Zakir, we are going to hold you from school today.”
I freeze, everything just got real.
Rhythm
I sat at the park swish
I waited to play dribble dribble
I got up just, to feel the breeze the breeze was fresh baked goods ssshhhhhhhh
Then gathered my self-esteem
I asked a boy if I could play, can I?
He just looked at me and sighed sigh
I sat back down stared at the floor blank
And kept waiting.
LOvE THaT DoG
I remember in 2008 when I went out the door and out the gate, To go celebrate in the street of that awful R’s defeat. I remember the smile on my mom’s face the world felt as if it were whole again| my dad was in a happy place we were all really happy that you won. And then again in 2012, we knew you had done us well we were happy
We race down the block my feet hitting the concrete clank clank|
the smell of summer like bbq chicken and fresh salad| my nostrils sniff the air|
“I win!” I say feeling victorious hurray
“Wanna get your bike out?” I ask
Skskskskskskskksks my bike hits the pavement I feel free on my bike happy even.
The offwhite moped
went down a never ending road in Arabia
It’s engine had been going for hours. The man riding the moped stopped to gaze at the sun high up in the sky|
the mopeds engine groaned but the man ignored it, it would be a long time till he would sleep again.