Last August Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Last August



Last August

I rented a place in the park
No. five

In the park
The largest, nationwide
I was guest to my tent
Thanks to time.

My fire aborted, hardly on
Saw little due to rain.

Through night angry was sky
Saw nothing, only rain

Rain
Rain
Rain

Till morning.

Then in my underwear
Fire dead; Fresh Air
World was wet.
In New Brunswick…

Monday, August 17, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: memory
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