Coffee Lines Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Coffee lines

Underneath blanket sick and pale is the sun
The eastern cirrus cloud.

The day is waking up, a few mow the lawn
The clips tend to clump.

Man, woman, young and old with backpacks
Walk, crawl on side-walk.

I think of the old days, herds social; shepherd one.

Celsius in summer
And women generous
Exposing shoulders, legs.

Vehicles increase by moment and hour, passengers-drivers.

Coffee shops in corners and the lines are darn long;
Everyone is addict.