On Zebra Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

On zebra

He is thin.
He is tall.

His beard
-black-white.

He crosses the road
-exactly on zebra…

In his arm and on chest
-he carries a guitar…

Walks firmly and proud
-with guitar being gun;
-acts as if Royal-Guard
-of Lenin's Mausoleum
-Moscow's Red-Square
-or Palace of Queen,
-Buckingham in London!

He, guitar, neck-to-neck
-Headstock to sky
-strings face outside.

His fingers take their time
-as do his long steps;
-each of feet on a line.

His motions expose the
-music in his head
-sounds sweet
-and GREAT.