Hope Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
Hope
Hope
I am poor
It is Saturday morning
Bathurst and Eglinton
The hatching machine
Chick are same, form
Jewish heading to the
Synagogue and chicks
All in long black cloak
Black hat and is round
Rims, tops, and shades
Coming of a non-risen
Sun…
On long way, I‘m poor
Stratford, inauguration
I maybe poo; pockets
Empty but have heart
A heart filled with the
Hope
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