Three And Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Three and...

In waiting while at work
I see them, both black and fury.

As always
Down spine roll my thoughts
Once again Harlem comes into mind.

I recall the books read
Once, twice and again and again.

That is when I see third on wire
Tight roping and this one is grey
Racism with frozen brain.

I see third enforcing leadership
"This is my area, go to hell! "
One of firsts runs away.

Phone signals
Order comes to go get the Tikka.
Instructs Android, I drive my Mazda

The need for daily bread interrupts
The vision and the thoughts that are cut.