Under A Quilt Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Under a quilt

I heard him on pavement of the Bay
laying bare on blocks
on top quilt

He whispered:
"My dear pet owners…"
here, there, had some food.

Fire wood seemed the scene
and tinder, gasoline
match-strike

I heard him:
"Pet of yours; I and more…"

Words were fog and covered
Front Road; and CN
and Tower of TD

"We were born unaware
And ignored
…"

I saw wind in parka
ate skin when crawled
to his neck, back to head.

"What is life if not heard, abandoned? "