Finding Friend Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Finding friend

Your long hair was magnet,
Dragged me all the way.
You silent, I watchful
And of course; following
With the eyes of the heart,
Unaware; who you are…

I saw you from behind.
Could be man; a young girl.
Regardless; busy I, admired
Float of your soft hair
I amused, you silent.

Two of you with long hair
Walked slow, far away.

“Dug I am” you told me.
Your voice sounded tenor.
“I am a drummer” you went on.
What a day; I had a hamburger.
Same place that you were.

You, tattooed, all over.
On the wrist, arm to leg.
I enjoyed my mistake
Ending in, finding friend.