After Rain Cigarette Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

After rain cigarette

She sat there after rain
Damp and wet was the air.

She smoked cigarette
One after another…

Why?
Why?
Why?
I questioned, of myself…
Silently observing; not of her! ! !

Of truck in France I had heard
Ran over audience and killed them
With bullets was riddled
Whose bullet?

"Driver was found dead."
News said…

Was she short of food, home?
Like Sam who came of farm
Did share small bed?

Anyone too close has left her?
Boyfriend, girlfriend or husband?
Or was she…or is she?

Weightless thoughts fly high
Mind acts as dandelion or feather.