Corner Brook Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Corner Brook

Not far am of the name
-Cliff-wood
-it is called Corner-Brook
-that is where I could meet
-Penelope

People are
-most of them
-if not all
-busy with trivia
-I listen to Richard:
- "Here is great since
-though close to the town
-our life is by ravine…"

In front, a stub
-a branch and a bow
-then trunk and ground
-fallen are some leaves on
-yellowish, harsh grass

I look up
-see the leaves
-feel sitting in a chair
-hair saloon

Watch motions in crawl
-the masters and workers
-the cashier, customers
-rabbit-hole-workplace
-or the bees' or ants' nest

The stub is White-Horn
-as handle of brush
-in the hand of artist
-who also holds the tips
-of girl hair in the seat
-and paints on…

The hair ends old colors remain there
-similar are is green of the leaves in ravine…