Free Show Poem by Nassy Fesharaki

Free show

Here show
The actors, the actions
Both natural
The colors best of all
No tickets, "Just arrive"

He's black, in window
African, mid-center
One can see his reflect
He's talking, smiling
And sometimes an index
He remind in warning
Lifts eyebrows to reject
Resenting somebody
Who is there but glass?

Next person on stool
Shiny lips with stick
Bites her food
A woman such big bites!
Sandwich is her lunch

Somebody and somewhere
I must be under watch
Do I know what they say?
Why are we full of dread?
So open seeing them,
I'm blind to myself.