Invite Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Invite

We worked long,
Not so hard
Confused and tired
Came the time for goodbye.

“Wait for me to give ride, ”
I told him.
“I have one condition, ”
He replied.

So we went to café that he likes.
Many youths
All Chinese
And big bowls, spicy, appetite…

I tried, smartly
Verified
Beauty of its kind
Oriental

“Now it is restaurant, ”
My host said:
“Want to eat? ’
“Not at all…”

With that change
Café is not café
Postponed is the invite.