In A Salon Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

In a salon

She sat and the barber
Started cutting hair…

Soon after, as always,
Began norm,
Backbiting and whisper!

Centered on wives, husbands,
Meeting of boys with girls,
Gatherings on said dates,
Drinking, hangovers…

"Such a man! "
"Such a girl! "

Suddenly changed subject
As if fell tent's column
That covered every guest.

They honed on the garden
With the known gardener:
"He and you do the same, "
Mentioned the customer.

"We, barbers, and farmers
Are same as the gardeners
Make and are designers! "
Emphasized the barber.

"But poor are your victims, "
Mentioned whining woman.

"Our victims? "
Surprised, asked master.

"The flowers, and my hair
That you cut like garbage! "

Overheard all clients
Gazing into the mirror
To see their behaviors.