Yonge Street Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Yonge Street

To me this street is great
-mainly in North York part
-is full of portraits and photos
-better say is very large album

Each moment of drive is a page
-I turn them in my head
-remember each picture
-give life to every one
-a child, man or woman
-Varied-age, their faces
-from the four or five
-to near hundred
-or maybe ninety nine
-old. Wearing a chador, shawl, Qaba

Street is like them, their clothes
-covered with the patches
-different are colours
-some to match
-some of them different

The people in pictures were caring
-for expense and nature
-am I right if I say that North York
-does the same?

I drive and smile when observe
-the road that relives fine
-the pictures in my mind
-with patches and thread
-depending on tailor
-a new young bride
-possibly, grandma
-among them some experts
-few are the ones who never learn

I owe them many thanks
-the people in North York
-for patches on the Road
-they refresh memories…