Third Day Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Third day

Third day was like a divorce
Long awaited for but still so
Abrupt.

The three sat in front
The hall filled with hundreds
Women and men of the pen.
Katherine was introduced; stood
Totally unlike our encounter
One to one
She turned the engines on; of
The words.
Took off, soared high over
The language, dictionaries
And words, etymologies
And the root…
Borrowed, stolen, demonized
With meaning totally strange
To the origin.

She landed in Canada
In provinces and then
Branches of localized
Canadian English.

“We are anything but American.”
Jokingly but wise and all laughed.

Ended conference of the pens
Third day passed too, we parted
Hugs, goodbyes, and some in rush.