York Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

York

More than one billion
Yes with B, Billion
All yellow and eyeless
(Am I wrong in number and the eyes?
I could be!)
All on green
With red, white; more colors like purple
Some are in, some are out and around in mornings such as this

With sun bright, blue sky
All wearing light clothes and skirts; ‘show and shine'
They make scene on the grass in the York

Great summer
Though Tony has his box
He, the man of logic and ration
Is in leash and in rein and blind
Man of figures and matrix
Socrates
Has no eye for the love, sense, feelings
He's always: "If is so it is so, therefore so..."
We need an Aristotle