Drive Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Drive

Two days are gone
-much to do; on mind
-wandering is thoughts
-my poem not going right

It is fun to go out
-look around, open-eyed,
-see mirrors of the cars
-observing who drives

Seeing them play with hair,
-or nose; or the cellphone

Some frown; some smile
-drunk and lost in thoughts

Some smoke with hands out
-some angry as a bull in rodeo

Memories of the night
-theirs and mine
-relations of husband-wife,
-sliding to the edge of the bed;
-no warm pillow from lover's arm

See some hallucinate:
- "Friday… weekend's miracle."

Obey professor Priscilla's advice:
- "Write them down."
-on the largest canvas
-on an invisible easel in heart

Joy is blue, scattered as cloud
-I sip it; am rooster at a pond
-raise my head, look around
-at men, women, children
-varied are head to toe
-signs, smoke of a public bus
-rush pedestrians at zebra lines
-enjoy; sweet and sour is our life