Cold Contrast Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Cold Contrast



Cold Contrast

At cross, Queen-Bay
I stopped for long wait
Looked at him lying down
Used sewage steam to warm up
T-shirt, short sleeves, had goose up
His hair was unwashed and entangled

Sure is cold as are hearts in these days
Looked around at wealthy of the Bay
Felt ashamed…

That was all I could do…
What to say?

Sunday, May 15, 2016
Topic(s) of this poem: poverty
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