Details Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Details

Shirtless man on a saddle,
Pedaled an old bicycle,
Pulling a cart of shoppers.

Looked at me, in his eyes,
Reflected: "What the Fak? "

He knew I knew,
He ignored the bylaw!

He murmured: "What the Fak! "
Then shouted: "What the Fak! "

Using his mid finger,
Repeated: "What the Fak! "

I channeled in his heart,
And swam to his mind:
"No one cares, why should I? "

Read details in his face:
"Look at me, am homeless! "