Second Day Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Second Day



Second day

Once again in old seat; after years
Bus is same, path is same, passengers
Same faces, same actions, same manners.

TTC

Some asleep
Most made-up, and many hold coffee
Dresses, hairs and legs; I love shoes
They speak.

Leather some
Shiny rare and mostly sneakers
Some work boots.

Though today is new
Is in fact renewed
Yet, it is attractive.

Sunday, June 14, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: renaissance
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