Fireworms Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Fireworms



Fireworms

Driving in down town
In morning, most of times
Can anger, can be fun
Drivers in zigzag at every light
Taxies act as boxers, in a ring
And the bikes
Racing and, mountain kind
And the rest thin or fat in tires
Come and go fireworms.

Safe entered, departed?
Praise lord…

Tuesday, October 6, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: cities
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