Recycled Woman arrives along with all the seasons
Arrives with freshness and the beauty of spring
Arrives with the old, yellow leaves in autumn
Arrives in the season of ice and freezing rain

She’s present everywhere
Along the dirt roads
Along the plains
In the forgotten houses
Between the lines of Gathas*
Across the fire temples
In the temples, mosques, churches
With frozen dreams
Recycled Woman knows that life is like
The morning dew sitting on the green leaves
So brief, so fragile
She learned that everywhere far or near
In the troubled roads of Harlem
Next to the green beauty of Tamalpais
From the blue domes in the city of Isfahan
To the plains of Africa,
There’s a need to gather
The broken pieces of love scattered around. 

*The Gathas are 17 hymns believed to have been composed by Zarathusthra (Zoroaster) himself. They are the most sacred texts of the Zoroastrian faith.