Bathurst - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Friday eating out
Pain's much so is time to relax.
Patio on corner
Except one, all women
Celebrate with coffee and bagel.
"Can I join? "
I sing in for birthday
"What's her name? " is question.
Streams, tree leave's music
And women, all women; and women
Young and old
Barrel-Fat, thin and tall
Jaw dropping cleavage; Heavenliness
Excellent, face and up
And the feet, veins running as if roots
Camel-knee and ugly
With dress sticking, showing curves
That's world to amuse
Eat little, pay too much, then big tip
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