Isabel Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Isabel

“Do you mind? ” was start
At table I sat down.

Isabel was a girl and alone
Another head to toe with cellphone.

My question turned to talk and came up:
“My name is…”
“I work at…”
“Partially First Nation, mix-blood…”

“What a chat! ”
“What a time! ”

Ay people
What we need is a knock
A “may I? ”
And the door can open
With heart, mind

Both of us were waiting for our cars
Her tires, deposits, had been lost
Mine, repair with high cost

She talked of partners
Break-ups

How simple people are
Some insist: “are crooks…”
They are wrong…all are nice.