Nassy Fesharaki

Gold Star - 79,095 Points (Dec 29 / Toronto)

Frozen Balls - Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Frozen balls

It is not drinking
Presents’, futures’
This is just sheer fact.

It was in Ottawa
He had a better life
Better pay, good place
He swam in a pool
In midst of winter time.

All was well, chitchatting here, there…

He was there till time out
His locker was unlocked
Broken; things were gone
Nothing there to put on
And weather enemy
So was guard: “leave please.”
“How can I? ” meant nothing.
The guard-man was machine…
“Do that first, then do this…”

Finally a towel of others; forgotten
In the cold he shivered
To ankles in snow…

No valet and no card and no key
Not even an ID…
Poor guy’s ball frozen in the cold.

Finally…the woman in the pool, partner
He ended in their home
A warm tea, some clothes
A ride home…

The rest is history of the shame of a theft
For some cash…a cellphone…
Or racists…?
“This brown…”

Topic(s) of this poem: lonely

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, September 20, 2015

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