Nomad Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Nomad

I drove to nomads
-there met a sage tree

Visited the old Yonge, old York Mills
-saw trees mourn the leaves

Saw them there
-opened arms very wide
-sent message, invited
- "Let us dance."

"Let us dance!
-any one; either one, "
-I asked and sent signal

"Let's turn to dance floor
-streets and the roads;
-music is breeze
-we revive the dance-scene
- of movie; ‘The-Westside-Story'."
-and waited and waited and waited.

They were fools
They were poor

Were murdered
-then kidnapped
-dead, they were
-in the air…

Came storm
-hurricane
-and took them
-floating
-they went, went
-went and went far away

The dead leaves in colours
-ended under tires
-and feet of ignorant
-I miss them each moment!