Red Light Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Red light

The red light is bless for writers and poets
Things happen, inspire.

Imagine summer day and a girl, short skirt
All is white but her legs.

Two sticks off tree and still rough on sides.
Exposed to above knees.

Still she, in sight and comes along fat, ugly
She is worse and sweats.

Then a red scooter, the lady in white hair
Disabled and carries passengers.

Peeping dogs are small, open mouthed
Seek some air.

The red light is bless, inspires; never ends.