Carlos Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Carlos

Past midnight
Sky dark
Lamppost and on it light.

Large tree ignored law
of mankind
shamelessly in open was naked.

On a bough two raccoons
good-looking with their lines
scared me with their fight
their shouting.

Camera in my hand got ready
on my mind: "What is for? "

Red-light said: "is rolling."
dark window showed nothing
failure was video-recording.

I moved to analogy, poems' book
"Wheelbarrow" of Carlos…