Danial Shariat
Grandma’s Kiwis

In the northern city of Tonekabon,
there’s a vineyard, where
my madarbozorg, grandmother,
grows kiwis.

They were so juicy
plucked, peeled, eaten,
so enjoyably sour,
It’s been a while.

But I’m sure they were

Now when I eat kiwifruit,
from the store, not pulled from
family vine,
I say: “Next year in Shahsavar!”

I’ve been saying it
so many years.

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