For Poet Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

For poet

Dawn and dusk
-are normal
-days come, go

A poet
-can be; is abnormal

He or she acts as wild camera
-works, writing-recording
-we are self-registered
-a notebook
-a hobble, telescope, in space
-we see, gas, fog, clouds
-the seabed, suns, stars

I am no different…
-simply another
-curious, sensitive,
-recorder

Parked my car
-no machine for ticket for payment

Had papers for school…
-just handing and return…

She knew I should not stop there
-stood there in hiding
-like a fox or crow for hunting
-said nothing…just noted

I came back in less than an hour
-saw my car
-and also tow truck
-on my car were its lights
-underneath a frame with tires

One minute later and
-l would not see my car
-would have left out of sight

She was a copy of a mean witch
-spoke with the truck driver
-handed me a ticket

I did not say a word to one who
-I believed did never deserve it, just a look
-she answered: "I only did my job! "
-this is what we hear of robots as people

Driver and myself agreed on:
- "She is bitch! "
- "A mean one, " he told me
- "…she hid with intention…
-…why not she informed you…? "

He went on and talked, talked…
- "…she knows of this place, the school,
- "…and the poor students…
-…she knows it very well but still…"

Yet the man asked for cash with the tax
-if not, car would be gone
-I would pay three times…if not more…
-I paid and went to work
-angry, was of course

On way back saw a car in fast lane
-Maserati,
-traffic drove in one-forties

I felt sad, even mean
-pulled to side, gave him way
-vehicles brought us side by side

I looked at driver
-expected a young and well-dressed

He looked like a penis
-in condom after work
-old, faded…

Laughed out loud
-at our life