On Bombing Iran
(written on 4^th of July)

I made a spotify playlist last night.
Words escaped to string
into feelings. It was easy.
Distracted for a moment
from seeing a curse come
true for the whole world.
How many will die?

Like I mentioned before, these are not ekphrastic poems.  The puff looked like a firework and that is about the only similarity between the poem and the image.

Here is the spotify playlist I made that day: