Cherries Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cherries

Of Costco, bought cherries
Well-packed, in plastics
That makes me hate cities.

Lines are made after lines
To select and pick up
Then again, for payments
In line for the cashier.

Not many customers
Think about how and where.

The people are like pigs,
They consume; everything.

Flashed back, memories
When fruits and greens,
Were handled in baskets
Neatly made of sticks.

In the heart of mountains,
Cherry trees, uncounted,
Were very thick and dense,
Almost formed a jungle,
Therefore, we, small kids
Went there for lavatory.

Soon after dung beetles
Would arrive with helmets,
The masons wore hard shells
Masterly turned the poop
Into balls, rolled backward!

Watching them was lesson
And school with questions
About God and the faith
And rest of creatures
That we saw in nature…

What the hell are cities?
Just pollute, traffic, concrete!