After Five Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

After five

Friday after five and she is
On roadside, at red light
She stands, firm and sharp
But her eyes lead the talk
Winkled are and in thought
I wish I could read right!

What is she thinking of?

"What the hell is my job? "
"What to do in days off? "
"Will I find the right date? "
"What about my husband? "
"Poor are our children? "

I stop behind light and do watch
I read her but her signs
Like ancient carvings of a stone
Archeologist; I make up…

"She thinks of where to shop."
"Calculates expenses and income."

And on, on, on…