Venus In The Fog Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Venus in the fog

Standing still as if steel of the pane
-far below our building
-a view passes by
-right behind
-the trees

And the fog's raindrops
-keep hanging as do leaves
-branches extend hands praying
-to angels of nature in sky, pleading:
-let it rain, keep it wet, it is so refreshing.

Roofs' shingles in brown and grey are shining
-the truck is yellow with a sign and passing
-asphalt road is well-washed and bright
-abandoned are sidewalks except one
-looking down by holding umbrella
-her skirt is darker than her socks
-her exposed skin is only knee
-is walking like a silhouette
-moving in desert's night
-not here with dark fog
-around large canopy
-that is of umbrella.

Her hand shakes
-to form, shape
-a walking statue…
-excellent and gorgeous
-like the marble Venus…

My words lack the power to show so
-where are you the artists?
-come Michael Angelo…