To Carlos Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

To Carlos



To Carlos

Hey Carlos Williams
-let us talk of plumbs.

My friend brought five
-unlike yours were not ripe.

Violet and sour
-could not eat as you ate.

So, brought camera
-took photo of each one.

Nothing there to talk of
-since ate them one by one!

Sunday, September 9, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: reminiscences
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