Dupont Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Dupont

Thought French and saw me I Paris
-by l'Étoile, as I call
-The Arc de Triomphe de l'Étoile,
-where I went, visited, many times
-at end of Champs-Élysées's
-with cafes, cinemas

It was so
-every time I drove on DuPont

But today changed my mind
-or maybe I should now

White Fiat that I saw
-was tiny, too small
-I felt like going
-on feet, walk
-lifting it as a toy
-and put it in pocket!

I smiled at my thought

500 was the sign
-on the back,
-Italy's flag was a ribbon on the wrap

And logo of Pizza

"Here is Italy…"
-line of thoughts pumped my mind

A lady behind wheel
-not sure that could get out
-I recalled my trips to Rome and
-my fall and breaking my hip and…
-by hitting roadside rock…

There the cars park, drive
-lip to lip, butt to butt…
-exact same I saw there
-with woman on Dupont…