Joker Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Joker

This joker; my friend
A best that one can have
When alone, together
Sits too high, out of sight
Holds clouds, four corners.

We did so with cloths
In the time of harvest
Mulberries;
(Some do it for the dates,) .

We waited, and do wait
Climber on branch or the
Bough; went kicking…

Fruits fell in the cloth…
We gathered, nice, clean.

But joker, my friend with clouds
Gathered mist-dust, water drops.

And…saw me walk on road
This devil, suddenly poured it all
On my head…

He saw me, no cover, umbrella…
And still jokingly turned clouds.

I am wet and drenched…
You devil, my friend; you joker.