Fatigue Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fatigue

Summer came
-finally

Its temper
-humid, sticky, hot, ugly

He sits there on an edge
-behind him a slope, ruin-paved

And he looks confident
-blocked for camera; an actor

His costume a fatigue
-camouflage of navy for the seas

Boots black and to the knees,
-heel to heel and apart are his feet

"Be natural; search for lost, "
-must be line… "a coin or the key! "

And he does perfectly…

Is Rocky after win
-with Knock out

Same colour his jacket,
-with a full-size zipper

He pulls up to fastens…

A cable runs from chest pocket
-all the way and divides to ears…

A spy?
-in his mind or the film?

He is panhandler…
-makes you think…

Crazy? Or not yet discovered?