Do As Mice Do Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

I love mice like the stars in skies
They're silent and they hide
They observe from dark

In wheelchair he is bone, has no flesh
Skeleton, has some veins; also nerves
But he moves and hopeful, rolls around

The girls pass, hairs float; jelly some breasts
Of jersey or of silk she's wearing green skirt
Her buttocks shakes with wal; mouse observes

Like gardens of Saadi, long lasting and deathless
The girls are in café where I sit joyfully to observe
Heaven's gifts, for break when tired or depressed

Like stars and the moon and comets they design
Universe of my life; inspire, bring hope; bring sign
'We're alive. This is life. Don't give up with up/down.'