388 Poem by Nassy Fesharaki
388
388
This is the house number
Tall building
People seem cemented
Come, pass by.
“Pleasant” is a name; street
Careful look at faces,
Most grim, sleepy, unwilling
Though make-up on ladies
Reaches tons.
Coffee cups in most hands
Many keep in right hand.
Do they talk?
I look out with offer of tablet:
“Hey people…today is Friday! ! ! ”
Some smile:
“Do not act like it`s Monday! ! ! ”
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