Drizzle Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Drizzle

At window I stand; watch them pass
Some in cars; mostly walk
Light clouds obscure the sky;
Drizzle

Someone holds umbrella
It is pink like panther
Thoughts fly; leap in time
I am child

Someone wears hood, parka
Looks like ghost; all is white
Once again same flight
I am child

My bowl full and steams
It smells ‘sour, burned.'
Beans marbles, bone is ash
Burned last night

I eat it; hate the waste
Thoughts take me; I am dead
"Will I turn to powder down to bones? "
"It depends where and when; yes of course."