Judy Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Judy

One goes down in a side, as North Mall
Another, climbs up, other side.

With these two, time is leaped
Teenager, I’m nineteen, in Texas.

Underwear was secret; sure ladies’
Lifestyle of the days, different totally.

I climbed on one side, ended in mezzanine
Ladies’ wear were folded on the racks.

Seeing some, embarrassed, full of guilt, I blushed
Rushed away to find the steps down; there was none.

Felt cascade of North Pole pouring ice
Frozen, yet boiling, steaming, looked around.

Like angels, but Satan, two girls laughed
The later stories, memories, are in heart.