I'M Coming Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I'M Coming



I’m coming

He’s written a poem “I’m coming”.
“I’m coming, ” he has said “to stand in center of tent.”
He’s Baluch had said “Kork”
Wants purchase from a shop, “Which I know it empty.”
“The shop, ” says “fills my mind.”
“It’s Mohammad’s”
(An old man) ”

And he talked
Smoothly and wealthy,
It was sweet.

And I was a camel
Days of walk in desert
Now water

I’ve come back from outside
With a poem in my mind
“Cloudy is sky” goes like this:

It is dark
Her parka with a cap is Purple
She’s walking a hotdog
With a leash; quite long

She’s eating her fries;
Her head down;
Too busy; is searching for last one
While running Dog looks up
“Please stop”

The Hotdog is dressed has foot-wear
Its back grey feet colored, Black-red
Seems tired and begging
Has no fun

It is dark
Drizzle, raindrops

People walk on sidewalk
They Cross Lawrence/Yonge

Some are with umbrellas
Some hidden in fur-hoods
Some enjoy falling drops
Some have bags
Some purse; some handbags

Road’s border with sidewalks
In open inches-high
If covered is Snow
Water runs, seek and hide

Borders are Chekhov’s gun
“Something’s there”
Will show up

A beggar, resistant
Is sitting for coins
(He gets some)

Naturalists
Romantics
Impressionists
Is snow’s text-script
Fresh-white
Black to brown’s dark
The snow describes (Chekhov-Like)
“Some reside, some arrive, things reveal

Looking close, nature’s art and mankind
Perseverance, Devoted-Unaware, Resilience

Snake-like water runs
Colorful blanket on beards, Blue-eyed
Thin like ghost fast comes out
Looks around…disappears
Where’s he gone?

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